Chapter 45

“This is getting old. You need therapy. I don’t find anything attractive in this childish ownership bullshit you have going on, and maybe you should find a new hobby or a fucking shrink.” I get up angrily, bubbling inside with hot lava and rage, not caring if I have food coming. He crushed me by implying sex was dull and treating me like shit. I am not staying for this bull crap, tears burning in the back of my eyes, but he catches my wrist and yanks me back to him, so I plop back down on the stool. He’s harsh and aggressive and sometimes makes me want to gauge his eyes out.

“You’re my new hobby. Get used to the attention, last night wasn’t a one-off, and you will learn your place next time. You present a challenge, a little wildcat I want to tame and discipline and show how to behave in a way which befits something belonging to me.” This time it’s a sarcastic smile, a confident tone that wreaks seriousness, and I glare hatefully because I know he means every stupid word comin