Chapter 071

The shock of the stinging blow to the face burns more than the physical pain. He hit me below my chin, and I taste the blood on my tongue, I feel my molars tug loose with the abrupt force.

I can't even scream. I can't even bring my hand up to touch or at least soothe the stinging spot. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I am dazed. I blink at him. It is like looking at a whole new person. I knew he was capable and willing to hurt me physically, to assault me if he felt like it, but to actually be on the receiving end of that idea is beyond terrifying.

It is not the pain or discomfort of it but absolute humiliation. To be reduced to this and for what? Anger, along with hurt, stirs in the pit of my stomach. He sees the fire come alive in my eyes and smirks at me, tongue out, ugly as fuck. In the dark, we watch eachother for a beat.

Then I look away. Because it is useless. He has the upper hand here. I still don't know my standing in this situation. Does he consider me disposabl