He released her hair and cupped her pale face in his hands, growling,
+"You better know your place. Whenever I say you're in my bed, you damn well better serve me.
And next time, don't let sleep catch you off guard. I'm not patient enough to deal with you again.
Be a good girl, mind your own business, and stay out of my sight. Got it?"*
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she stared silently into his furious gaze.
+"Didn't hear your voice, huh?"
-"Y-yeah… I got it…"*
+"Good."
His eyes scanned her face one last time before he let go and stormed out.
The moment he was gone, she clapped a hand over her mouth and stumbled toward the bathroom.
Her stomach churned. She sank to the floor, leaning her head over the toilet bowl, gagging a few times.
The pressure had worsened the ache in her back.
Exhausted, she dragged herself to the tub and turned on the water to fill it.
She curled up on the floor beside it again.
Thinking of his angry eyes made her heartbeat spike once more. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead and spine.
It felt like something was choking her throat!
like she was fighting off another panic attack. She tried to steady her breathing, counting slowly.
She pictured her mom and dad, how they used to be so happy together!
The sound of water filled her ears. She pulled herself up slightly and dipped her hand into the tub.
The lukewarm water soothed her, helping her calm down. She gripped the tub's edge, managing to hoist herself up.
Gently, she stretched out and turned on the shower.
Gradually, her heartbeat steadied.
The water overflowed, spilling over the edge.
Reluctantly, she turned it off.
Why couldn't she focus? All her actions were so impulsive.
What the hell had possessed her to act like that?
She scolded herself,
-"You actually like him treating you like some piece of trash?"
She had to try harder to get a grip on herself.
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