I face him slowly, the empathy I felt for him burning away like flash paper as my eyes meet his. Mark’s blank stare says it all. He knows he fucked up. I swear he can see the flames burning it all away in the depths of my gaze as he holds still. Not even a twitch in his face. Nothing.
“Repeat what you just said to me.”
The words are robotic. If I add a hint of the emotions I feel at the moment, that whole scene of his head exploding will actually occur. My voice will rupture his eadrums with such power that his head will implode and explode all at once. Just how I imagine God’s voice would do to someone. And wouldn’t that be a fucking sight to see.
His eyes jerk to my mouth that twitches up in the corner. Just slightly. But he’s hyperaware of everything at this very moment. He should be. Because if he keeps this shit up, I won’t care if he lives or dies, and I’ll be the one doing it this time regardless what Lydia wants.
Mark’s lips move again and I lean over to make sure what I heard a minute ago wasn’t just in my mind. His hot breath fans the side of my face just as he grunts out something inaudible. Then he latches onto my ear.
The surprise of it shocks me to my core. As soon as understanding hits me, so does the pain shooting through my ear and down into my neck. My mouth drops open, but it hurts so bad I can’t say anything right away. One of my arms wraps around his head to try to grab his chin and the other arm flails looking for purchase. It finds it alright, just as I’m finally able to release a shriek. And so does Mark—as I squeeze on his junk. But he doesn’t let go. No, if anything, he bites down harder, and I swear that I can feel his teeth touching through my skin.
“Let go!” I shout at him as I squeeze and yank on his meat.
He groans, but holds tight, as he clamps his thighs together and tries to hold my hand in place. He can squeeze all he wants. All he’s doing is digging my nails into his flesh further. He might have permanent moon-shaped scars on his pecker if he keeps it up.
In the midst of struggling against him and with him, ice cold water hits my face and pours all over us. I gasp and jerk, and when I do, I scream in pain—right in Lydia’s pissed off face.
