“Y-es,” I say, nodding. The friction of his jeans rubs in just the right spot. “God – ” He slaps the side of my breast, cutting me off. “There is no God here, sweetheart. Make no mistake, you will kneel for me, but the things I have planned for you are anything but holy.” I moan, knowing that I’ll devote my life to him. I’ll be his most trusted servant.”
