Chapter 128

"What's wrong, wife?" Sybil's voice was so soft. "Was I too rough? Don't you like it?"

His fingers traced the bruises he’d left on my shoulder.

He wasn't rough about it.

It's worse.

I feel like a crumpled paper he just used however he wants.

“Mmm. Salt and fear. My favorite flavor.” His other hand slid up my throat, tilting my head back. “You don't cry anymore. Have you noticed that?"

I squeezed m