Chapter 9
Bailey
The next day, I sit behind the wheel of my mom’s Corolla, trying to get up the nerve to turn the key.
It’s weird how much I want to do it. Like I’m doing it for him. To please him.
And it also makes my chest warm and gooey thinking about how much he did for me last night. Not the eating me part, although that was mind-blowing. But making me drive. Claiming the job of my punisher.
I’m not sure what I think of that.
You know I need to be the guy who punishes you. And you need me to do it.
It’s not hard to see why he might enjoy hurting me. I represent the s**t-hole his life is in right now. And he’s right, I accept it. Because I want to be punished.
And the fact that it ended with us both satisfied means it’s not wrong… right?
I take a gulping breath and turn the ke
