“I don’t care.”
I went silent for another moment. Then I looked up at him, eyes wide and fearful. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to punish you. You deserve every ounce of pain,” he said. “When I have what I want from you, I’ll end it.”
I knew what that meant, and it wasn’t that he would finally end the torture and free me.
“You’re going to kill me,” I said in a flat voice.
He nodded. “Yes, Jolie. I’m going to kill you.”
Tears slid down my face, but I didn’t protest his words. I understood now.
I closed my eyes again as my mind drifted back in time. Of course this man wanted to punish me for the way I betrayed him all those years ago.
I deserved it.
I deserved it all.