Jenny’s POV
If I wasn’t so used to abuse, I would’ve spilled my guts right there and told him everything.
His closeness emanated unimaginable fear in me.
He was holding my chin in his hand, trapping me in place, and bullying me into spelling out all my secrets.
His hold on my chin was surprisingly gentle, but I had a feeling that gentleness wasn’t going to last.
Even before, when he didn’t make a move to hurt me as he gave me so many chances to speak the truth, it was utterly astonishing to me. He was really trying to listen and believed every word I said to him.
It made a flicker of hope rise within the sea of unending fear and immense hate. Maybe he’s not as inclined to torment me as I originally thought he was.
Right now I had two options only. The third one; where I tell h
