Page 12 of Adam & Eve

him and bit my tongue so hard, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. It kept the nasty words that

I was dying to say from escaping. I’d have to learn to keep my mouth shut.

He wasn’t okay with my silence. Suddenly, his weight shifted on the bed. He grabbed me

roughly by my chin and then snatched my head to face him. He leaned in so close our noses touched.

So close the heat radiating off his body warmed my cold skin.

“Don’t fucking turn away from me when I’m talking to you, and when I ask you a question, I

expect a fucking answer. Do you understand me? In this relationship we don’t ignore one another,” he

said coolly.

What? I was so confused. What relationship? I refused to play into his delusions. Instead of

replying, I moved my attention to his eyes. I caught a glimpse of the crazy in them. I didn’t know what

my chances were of getting out of here, but I knew I needed to stay alive and pain free for as long as

possible. Logically, I was probably going to die. I knew that. However, I was not about to die begging

and crying, pleading for my life.

That gave me a new perspective and a new idea. I’d survived the death of all my immediate

family, foster care, heartbreak, beatings and sexual assault. I’d been fighting since I was a child. I’d

never been a victim. From the very beginning, I’d always fought back. I’d fought them all—foster

families, bullies, perverts, anybody who’d tried to harm me, and I’d come out on top. This time

would be no different. I’d gone through and survived too much in life to cower now.

“What I’m not going to do, Professor, is pretend with you. Fuck you. You are freaking insane.”

I gathered as much saliva as I could into my dry mouth and spit directly in his face.

Most of it ricocheted back into my own. My first instinct was to wipe it away. The burning of

ropes against my skin when I tried brought me back to my senses. Acting irrationally when I was

pissed off had always been one of my faults.

I realized that in my current situation, it may cost me my life. I was in no position to defend

myself after my little tantrum. I was at his mercy, and if someone had spit on me, I’d want to draw

blood. With those thoughts in mind, I braced myself for the violence I knew would follow.

I closed my eyes and waited…and waited. Nothing came. I slowly opened my eyes and found

him standing next to the bed. He stared down at me with what could easily be mistaken for pride. Or

was that lust? I had no idea what was looking at me from behind that man’s eyes. That was even

scarier. I didn’t know what he was thinking. That not only annoyed me, but it left me confused.

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