Chapter 16: Submit Now

The table was stained dark red. The wine glasses were overturned by the swish of air he had caused. The heady liquid had dripped down and dampened the hemline of her dress. Since she had not taken a sip of her glass, it seemed to soak everything.

Danica looked up at his fiery eyes as he towered over her. The pigments of deep scarlet had taken over the irises, which sometimes appeared to be drained any color. With his jaw set and his eyes burned, he might set her soul on fire if he could.

“Ugh,” she gasped, from the dull pain in her right hand. His long fingers were around her wrist, to wrestle away the gun. He was almost twisting it.

Hate filled her heart. “I’ll kill you,” she declared.

“Do it,” he enunciated. “Kill me.”

She jerked her knee towards his most sensitive parts. He avoided it, but doing so, he dropped her arm. She took that opportunity to slide out the wooden dagger.

He stopped it, and his hand ended up on her thigh. She felt his fingers brush her inner thigh briefly.