Inescapable Maws 3

Naomi's stomach twisted, her heart thudding so loud it almost drowned out the garbage spewing from this psycho's mouth. But the words still hit—sharp, disgusting, and clawing at her like greasy hands in the dark.

"Oh, but maybe... maybe you wanted to be with him because of his looks and his little money? Selling yourself out now, huh? Is that why you're with him? Damn. And here I thought you were better than that."

Her body shook—not with fear this time, but pure, seething rage. Selling herself out? Was this asshole seriously calling her a whore? Like, did she look like that to him? Hell no. The disrespect burned hotter than the fear ever could. Her fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms, but this creep just kept going, like some broken record from hell.