“Hmm, just like that? You’re not going to beg anymore?”I wanted to look away, but his gaze held mine captive—that look he always used to reduce me to pieces. Tears filled my eyes, and I bit down on my lip as they spilled. I stared helplessly at the ceiling while he continued to torture me; each word felt like an anchor pressing on my chest.“You’ve finally grown some guts,” he sneered and leaned in close until his face was just inches from mine. I felt the heat of his anger through every sentence he made.“Tell me, where’d you find this newfound confidence, Anna? Or maybe someone helped with that, hmm?”I could feel my body tremble, but I was too broken to move. I wanted to cover, shrink away, or maybe even disappear—but the pain that pulsed through me was unbearable—my head, my arms, my ribs.But nothing ached as much as my heart that he was hell bent on shattering over and over again. He laughed softly, a menacing sound, as he watched me cry.“I really thought you’d grovel and beg.
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