FORTY THREE
DON'T DISH OUT WHAT YOU CAN'T TAKE
She tries to dash for the door again, which is a very a stupid decision by the way.
I grab the shirt pressing her down so he’s bent over the gaming chair she once huddled in, ignoring the tearing sound of the shirt.
She could be so infuriating I forget she’s physically fragile and can be hurt easily. I had to learn to control my strength better when dealing with her.
“Let me go, you thug.” She lashes out struggling, but that only exposes her porcelain-like shoulder from the torn shirt.
Fuck her for being so sexy and tempting. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, reminding myself that she might be beautiful and angel like outside but she was a vile jezebel on the inside.
“Shut the f**k up.” I grab her hair and yank it backwards wit
