“Go away! Get out! I’ll scream!” I freeze in fear. There’s nowhere to run. Behind me is a heavy metal door.
“Everyone will hear you!”
“You’re drunk, Vlad!”
“Because of you—” he looms over me, pressing his hands against the icy metal above my head. “You’re mine! Forgotten? I’ll remind you.”
“No! Listen—no!” I shake my head.
“You can mess with my son’s head, but not with mine, girl,” he snarls furiously, and I look into his eyes. Arrogant. Icy. Devilish.
These eyes hurt. His hot breath. His hands that slowly and firmly wrap around my neck. No, he isn’t choking me—he’s caressing. But these caresses are even worse than physical pain.
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