RICHARD

The knowledge that I can still make her pay offered no consolation as she turned to face me, her lips stretched in a mocking smile.

I wanted to slap that smile of hers into oblivion. I wanted her to feel just as shitty as I felt uttering that one pathetic word. I wanted to ruin her beyond anything she could possibly imagine or conceive.

But that felt like it wasn't going to be enough, especially as she crooned,

"Yes?" Her face still very much, a mask of objectified mockery, and her smile still as vexing.

"Come and sit your ass down" I gritted, my right foot tapping involuntarily, a mannerism that takes hold when I'm really pissed. Especially when I'm really trying to keep myself from not doing anything stupid.

But she was really pushing me. Almost as if she knew just how her words affected me, as she teased,

"Shouldn't you say, please?"