Amna
She walks into the class, rubbing her neck.
Little red marks were forming on her neck where I was gripping her. Good. Because she's mine, and everyone better see it.
The poor little thing tried to avoid me and sat at the empty desk in the front row. I wondered if she would show up to the parking lot or she'd have the nerve to defy me again.
Oh, min, if only you knew what was coming.
