Page 44

10 2 0
                                    

His expression maddened, he quickly grips onto my neck. "I don't have time for this."

My vision blurred, but I didn't know why. Though he wasn't pressing on a pressure point, it was still pretty close to one. After a couple seconds my body went limp, I could still look at what was in front of me, but the only thing I saw right then, was his black shoes. I figured that my head was leaning up against him.

He pulled me up onto his back, as if I was just a flimsy mat that needed to be transported. Humiliation struck me, this wasn't something I was used to, and I bet it looked weird.

UnwantedWhere stories live. Discover now