Inescapable

Five Years Ago

His hand was on my throat—not squeezing, not choking. Just there. But it was trembling. He was trembling.

His whole body had gone rigid, his eyes burning with something raw and dark. I had never seen him like this.

"Don’t ever say that again," he growled.

A cold chill ran down my spine.

I nodded quickly, my breath hitching. But it wasn’t enough for him.

"I want to hear it," he dema