Marie's POV
My heart drummed as I stared at him. My lashes stuck to my face due to the way I was sweaty and the tears that had trailed from my eyes.
My face was sore from the numerous slaps I had received, but he didn't seem to want to let me go, which was something I didn't understand.
"I can do this all day." His words replayed in my mind, and I found myself being scared. If there was a way to work things out, I would have made it work out, but then, I didn't know what else to do.
"Are you going to talk, or do you want me to continue the torture, huh?"
"No, no, please…" I pleaded, but he placed his thumb and index finger between both cheeks, forcing my lips to remain open.
