15

I let him talk, too busy keeping myself put and in place to pay any real attention to his summary of my life. I wished I could get hard, so everything would be over sooner.

“So I checked the court file. You never went to trial. You pleaded guilty, signed the shortest confession in crime history and refused to appeal the sentence. How old were you?”

“Twenty,” I grunted through grinding teeth.

“Twenty,” he repeated, nodding slowly. “Only twenty and you threw your whole life out the window willingly.”

He stepped back, away from me, and pulled up a chair to the head of the table. I kept staring straight ahead, now at the flat screens across the room. He sat down and rested against the back of the chair, looking up at me.

“Come closer.”

I hated his arrogant command. He spread his legs wide apart and signaled me to stand between his knees. I did so reluctantly. However, I couldn’t help the instinctive recoil when he reached out for my crotch again. Like the other night, the way he raised hi