I reluctantly lay down on the bed as he walks toward me. But then I remember my own plan for revenge. It’s better this way. And as much as he’s hurt me so far, I also feel free. I know he’s holding back. If he truly wanted to hurt me, he would. His hits were nothing like Jarod’s. Enzo’s hits were that of a man in pain expressing his emotion to me in the only way he knows how, because words aren’t enough to feel his pain.
And I feel pain too. Pain of what I’ve been through for six years because of this man. Pain at knowing men died because of me. Pain at not being free.
But that ends now. When Enzo’s c**k enters me, I will give him all of my pain. I will be free. My pain will be his burden to bear.
He takes a rope and a condom out of his nightstand. He tosses the condom aside and then
