BURNING SECRETS
"Then you will admit you want me. Or it all stops."
I whimper. This fucking asshole. I won't. No, I won't give him the words. He's taken enough from me, more than he even realizes. Then he begins to slow down, and my eyes, that I had not even realized were still closed all this time, because what does it matter in the dark, fly open, because he can't possibly be about to stop, right?
"Please," I gasp out before I can stop myself.
I can feel the fire dulling, constricting, and I can't let it. Not when my body had to go through so much pain for it.