139

Nerthus

I hit the floor with a scream and for the first time, I hate my apartment with all my heart.

Panic makes my chest squeeze as I think about the flats being luxuriously soundproof.

“No!” I scream from the top of my lungs as I try to get him off me. “Let me go!”

Francis finally gets hold of me properly despite my thrashing around and slams me into the ground, making my head spin. “Stop acting up!”

I shut up as I feel like blacking out, my last clear thoughts making Arawn’s picture flicker in front of my inner eye as I think about possibilities to reach my phone.

“Look at you. Living the best life in Upper Manhattan with the money you stole from me,” he snarls as I’m still trying to make my sight focus again.

Slapping his hand away that tries to grab my face, I hiss, “I never stole anything from you!”

He just snickers as he gets hold of my hands and delivers a slap on my cheek, making my world spin anew. “Just shut the fuck up, you whore.”

Grabbing my face, he makes me lo