Loved by the Villain
His face is twisted in anger as his fingers move, seizing my throat with a force that sends waves of pain through me.
“I just called you pretty,” he sneers, his grip tightening. “And wanted to ask you to hang out with me. But you had to yell no in my face.”
His words are sharp, but all I can think about is the way his hand feels against my throat, crushing the breath out of me. My eyes widen with fear as I claw at his wrist trying to free myself from his grip, but it’s no use. He’s stronger, and I’m already exhausted from the cold water.