“Didn’t think I’d show up?” “You let me out too fast…” “I know you dreamed that I’d rot behind bars.” “And even that wouldn’t be enough to pay for everything you’ve done!” I jerk, trying to break free.
“Relax, baby. I already took care of what’s mine. Now you’ll pay,” his palm presses against my throat.
“You won’t do anything to me. My husband…”
“Your husband is in my hands. If before he was willing to do anything to get you out, now he just traded you for his own freedom.”
“No…”
“Yes. You’re mine. And you’ll pay for every minute I spent in that cell.
He was the first — the one who opened love to me: dazzling, uplifting, driving me out of my mind. And then he became the one who pushed me down into the underworld, forcing me to learn every edge of hatred and pain. I managed to get revenge on him. But he came back — to collect payment for every day I lived in captivity.”