*~~Chaptet Thirty~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

There are a lot things that I could have considered as warning signs when it came down to Logan. His need to humiliate me was not one of them. I figured I wouldn't fall for his trick. That I could be strong, better, and if I could resist his insults then I could prove myself to him.

But I failed to understand that my body and my mind speak two different languages. My mind says we can withhold against any onslaught of pleasure he tries to put us through.

And my body says self preservation and respect is for people who are not me. I am so ashamed.

Logan was chuckling like a supervillain from the worst movie ever. He sounded so evil, so unlike the man I'd known– watched– in high school. I wasn't dealing with that version of him. Who was such a sweetheart.

He's just cruel. My eyes and cheeks are wet with tears.

I can't believe I came.

Two fingers tapped my cheek, and I was forced to open my eyes.

“Awwwn, look at those tears.” He looks so pleased. So proud that h