#Chapter30
Aphrodite
Deep breath in, deep breath out. I can’t let him see it’s a lie.
I need to get out of here, and if he thinks I love him, he’ll give me more freedom.
He blinks at me multiple times.
/"What did you just say?/" he breathes out.
He’s forced me to tell him I love him a multitude of times, but we both knew it was a lie. Now, he’s under the impression that it’s no longer a lie.
How could I fall in love with someone who’s tortured the shit out of me?
He leans down to press a kiss against my lips, and I force myself to respond. Normally I only respond to his kisses when he threatens me into it, but I have to keep up the pretense.
/"Say it again,/" he says, rolling me onto my side and pulling me to him.
I swallow the throwup threatening to give me away.
/"I love you./"