“Sam, let go, you're hurting me,” she whimpered while facing the floor and cowering down.

I didn't listen, I just squeezed even harder until I could feel the blood seeping out of her hand. She screamed out in pain and just when I thought she couldn't get any more twisted, she began to cackle. She looked up at me with the widest grin and I just rolled my eyes in response, then threw her hand away. Why I thought physical pain would get through to her I didn't know. I should have known that the twisted bitch would enjoy it. I made my way over to the bathroom and washed...