CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The next hour is very intense.
Wyatt has done this before. I realize that quickly, and the knowledge is strangely reassuring. He will hurt me certainly. He may even be an absolute maestro at wringing screams out of brave little girls, but I can feel the control in his hands. I will not be maimed or killed by simple incompetence. Wyatt wants to keep me healthy enough to f**k. He wants me fully awake and aware. He wants to hear me scream.
I am obstinate at first, denying him that satisfaction with clenched teeth and pursed lips. The belt rips into me at first, mocking my courage. My silence only goads him to strike harder, until I reward him at last with a cry . . and then another.
“That’s better,” he says. “For a minute, I thought maybe you was asleep.”
The first barrie
