ISABELThere is a sensual ring to his words that makes me shift in my seat. Never has been called a good girl made me feel this way, under any circumstance. Subconsciously, my teeth grazes my bottom lip. His hands were just around my neck for seconds that stretched into minutes that felt like hours. I should be plotting to kill him and not thinking about the way he says a phrase that I only get giddy over when I come across it in erotic fiction. “Don’t kill me,” I say like the pathetic Omega that I am. Even more pathetic is what I say next, “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, spare me.” Mom, dad, forgive me for turning this way but I’ve gotten to death’s door and felt a fraction of the pain you felt that night, and I don’t want to go that way without taking your killers with me. So, if you’re watching over me right now, please close your eyes for a minute. He pushes to his feet and walk towards me, each stride slow, in contrast to the speed of lightning that he use
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