The Games of the Heart
Desperation overrides caution, and I answer.
"Hello, my Love," a chillingly familiar voice purrs, sending ice through my veins. "It's been ages since we last spoke."
"Ivan," I spit, my grip on the phone tightening until my knuckles turn white. Rage and fear war within me, memories of his brutality flashing behind my eyes.
"Savior?" I exclaim in disbelief.
"Yes, I am your savior. Did you really think I didn't know you still had a pulse on you when I was done with you? I am the reason you are still alive, Baby, so you should be thanking me instead of threatening me."
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