He strikes me hard across the face when he's done. He takes his clothes, stands, and looks me. I can't really read his expression. He's looking as if he's going to turn and leave but he comes back to me and gives me a long, sickening kiss. A passionate one for only him to enjoy. I am, however, frozen.
"I love you, Caddie," he beams and then finally leaves me alone.
YOU ARE READING
What We Did in Gym Class
Mystery / ThrillerIt's not an attempt to murder, it's an attempt to make them understand. Mystery / Thriller #77 Short Story #168 [13. April. 2014] #wattys2016 wish me luck!
