Returning to the spoon, he smacked her so hard she bucked against him frantically; then twisting against his tight grasp, she tried to fling herself to the floor. Bella was unsuccessful with that maneuver, and Spector paused one more time. “Don’t get belligerent with me,” he warned. “It’s useless. This is what you want; by your own admission, you need what I’m doing. Since you can’t justify it, or understand it, I’d suggest you just give in.”
He spanked her hard one more time, then suddenly pushed her to her feet. She stumbled trying to stand with her stretch pants still around her ankles.
“Take them off,” he ordered. “And your sweater.”
He was too determined for her to think she could change the results of this episode. Would she die at his hands? Or just be transported into the greate
