Chapter Twenty-Five: Might Just

“You can’t anymore?”

Marko repeats my words as he slides from the mattress to stand and fiddle with the remaining toys as if prepping to use them.

“But your body can react to others; that is why you kissed another man, isn’t it?”

In the dream, he talked of running; it is different, yet some elements are the same.

“Isn’t it only right for me to desensitise your lewd body? Let’s see, how many men have excited you beside me?’

I say nothing, not out of my will, but I cannot bring any words to my lips because I am wholly occupied with the spasms still firing periodically inside me.

“Not going to answer? Fine Then maybe I can use a different criterion. Let’s see, you ran away from the castle, from your guardian—from me.”

The intensity of his tone keeps rising as if he is rediscovering his anger, but his words’ familiarity is what grabs my attention.

“Wait, wait…”

I plead, but it comes off as a whisper.

Don’t say it; please don’t-

“For eighteen ho-”

“One person.”

I yell to halt h