CHAPTER 4
MY HEART BEAT so loudly, I was sure Antonio must be able to hear it.
Drink the whisky. Drink it!
He upended the glass and swallowed then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not going to let it go to waste.”
Thank goodness.
But the ordeal wasn’t over yet. I knew from experience I had about twenty minutes before the drugs kicked in. Twenty minutes of hell.
“Get on the bed,” Antonio said, slamming the glass down beside the telephone. “On all fours. Face the mirror. I want to see your beautiful smile.”
Could he be any more sarcastic?
He’d screwed me like that before, doggy-style, but today it somehow felt more degrading than ever as he forced himself into me and took what I hadn’t willingly given.
I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.
The words repeated in m
