Chapter Ninety-Four: Zero

Trigger warning: Dubious Consent

My hand reaches to slap Matteo, whose face hovers inches from me, but my hand moves so slowly that it caresses his cheek instead.

I feel weak. Is it still the effects of the injection, or is it the fever?

"I don’t think I have ever regretted meeting anyone in my life, Matteo.”

The words spill from me. My head is getting hotter by the second; even the throb is intensifying, but before my eyes close, I might as well give him a reason to let me go.

“I hate you, Matteo. I hate this side of you. I hate it when you drag me around without considering my opinion or my position. I hate that you exposed my children to violence, I hate that you threaten my people, I hate it when you-ahh stop touching-"

I squirm to avoid his fingers that grow aggressive against my clit, but when I kick my leg to push him off me, he grabs my heel.

"If you hate me, that means you are going to run away again, doesn’t it? Should I break this? Should I snap your ankle so you won't leav