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that, it’s nearly dry. I guess I can take pity on you now.”
With both hands, he took a firm grasp of the sequined bodice and ripped. It
came away from me with ease to reveal the torsolette that I wore underneath. It
wouldn’t rip as easy as the flimsy dress; the torsolette was boned and tough,
nearly like a metal armor plate, and designed to torture the wearer into having
a perfect body shape through constriction to the point of barely being able to
breathe. Ryan’s hands searched behind me, putting him uncomfortably close as
his hands searched for the hooks. His grin grew wider as he had success, pulling
the undergarment from my body. Goosebumps littered my skin and my whole body
shook with the shivering. I had to clamp my teeth shut to stop them from
chattering. He left my skirt on and didn’t touch me further, but his eyes raked
over me. Whatever it was, it wasn’t lust in his eyes now. If I didn’t know any
better I would say that it was joy perhaps, or maybe pleasure, and that made me
doubt my prior determination to be strong. Men I could normally deal with;
their lust I could handle…but this Ryan, he was something different.
    “Are
you going to tell me what I did to you or are you going to make me guess?” I
rasped out, my throat sore as I tried to sound tough and unnerved.
    He
tilted his head, smiling. “You? Nothing. You just have bad taste in men and that,
baby, has put you in this unfortunate predicament.”
    “You’re
talking about Aaron?”
    “Aaron,”
he confirmed. “You’re clever. I don’t care what anyone says,” he mocked.
    I
stared straight back at him for a moment, and then I laughed. That crazy sound
made his smile slip slightly as he looked at me curiously. “You want to let me
in on the joke?”
    I
let out a last laugh. “Aaron’s not my boyfriend, you idiot . He won’t
care about anything that you do to me. He only cares about himself.”
    “Oh,
Paige. Have you no self-esteem? He’s coming for you, I know it,” he said
smugly.
    I
shook my head at him. “You don’t know shit.” I couldn’t stop the shaking in my
voice nor the clattering of my teeth. I was so fucking cold.
    His
smile stretched, and then his fist rammed into the side of my face. My teeth
sliced through my lip with the impact. It felt like a truck had hit me and for
a moment I couldn’t remember how to breathe.
    “Oh,
Paige, Paige, Paige…did I hurt you? I’m afraid that there’s only a world of
hurt in store for you.”
    I
spluttered, and my blood flew, and then I fucking laughed again, to which he
looked surprised. “You’re one fucked up girl, you know that?”
    “You
should know.” I did my best to sneer, even though every part of my face hurt.
    He
laughed, and hit me again. Warm blood spurted from my nose and down onto my
breasts, and I wondered if I would ever look the same again. I heard bells; it
was the strangest, surreal sound in that dark room of cold and pain.
    Ryan
held up a finger to me, it had my blood on it. “Just a moment, baby.” I watched
through hazy eyes as he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen. “It
would appear that your white knight’s coming for you.” He flicked his eyes up
to me, a triumphant smile on his face. “See? I was right. I’m always right, and
now it’s time to go.”
    He
stood and placed his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll see you again, Paige.
That’s a promise.”
    I
struggled to speak. “What—”
    “What
was the point?” he cut in. “I just wanted to fuck with him before I go in for
the kill.”
    So
many questions ran through my head but I couldn’t manage to form words, all I
could do was stare up at him helplessly. As if in slow motion, he reached down
and grabbed my hair in a painful grip. A weird sound came from me just before
he propelled my head into the wall behind me. Pain burst through me, and then
he did it again and I heard something crack. Again and again, my head was
rammed into the wall and all thought escaped me,