LILA

Words are stuck in my throat as I stare into his face-no sound escapes me. Nothing. Just silence... and that one word ringing in my ears.

Ruin. He wants to ruin me.

And the worst part? I don't know how I feel about that.

The knife incident hadn't exactly been tender. But the memory of him holding it against me-controlling me, dominating me-makes my thighs press together. The idea of him shoving the wrench from the garage into my aching pussy? A twisted, sinful thought that shouldn't turn me on... but it does. The moon goddess help me, she better do before I loose it completely.

He looks away...