FINN
He flipped me onto my back, his face just inches from mine as he lay on top of me. His grip around my throat wasn’t meant to bruise or instill fear. It was to remind me who was in charge. Remind me that I was at his mercy. His...
FINN
He flipped me onto my back, his face just inches from mine as he lay on top of me. His grip around my throat wasn’t meant to bruise or instill fear. It was to remind me who was in charge. Remind me that I was at his mercy. His...