The Prey

“Then do it!” I screamed, twisting in his grasp. “Do something! But don’t just stand there pretending you’re suffering more than me!”

Something in his expression cracked, a fissure of rage and anguish splitting through the walls he’d so carefully built. Before I could react, he hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and world became upside down.

“What are you doing?” I yelled, pounding against his back.

“Shutting you up,” he barked.

I screamed every insult I could think of as he carried me through the hallway, my fists useless against his strength. He kicked open the door to our room and threw me onto...