With my mouth wide open, I asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you ask so many questions? Did you forget that you cannot afford to upset me?” countered Noah, crossing his arms and placing them over his chest.
Without getting into an argument, I did what was asked of me. I was on all fours, waiting for him to do as he pleased. The mere thought of being used as an object filled me with disgust. However, there was nothing I could do to change the situation.
Feeling powerful upon seeing me looking like I was ready to be f****d, he walked closer to me, asking, “Did you ever think we’d end up like this, Christie?”
I made no response because I knew it might’ve led to me shedding unnecessary tears. The man who stood before me when compared to the Noah I once knew and loved always result
