What's your Poison? - h.s

"How can someone with a name like Daisy, be so fiery." He says as he runs the back of his hand along my cheek. "Such a gentle flower, given to someone so stubborn and rude." I pull my face away from his hand, but he quickly snaps his hand round the back of my head, pulling my face back closer to him.

"What do you want?" I say through my gritted teeth, trying to hide the terror in my voice.

"I want to see you break." He says, gripping tighter into my hair, bringing me in closer and looking down at me, "and I want to be the one who breaks you."