Chapter11

#Chapter11

Concealer, foundation, makeup. Anything to hide the bruise on her cheek. Anything to cover up what had happened yesterday. She'd spent hours in the bathroom, just scrubbing and scrubbing, washing away his germs off her broken skin. Washing away the ache in her shattered soul.

Consider that a gift, I said I would kill you, but you're still breathing, kitten.

She read over his text. She'd rather he took her life and ended her everlasting misery. A gift. She laughed to herself, of course that's how he'd see it. He'd stripped her into nothing and he claimed that he was giving her a gift by allowing her to breathe.