‘’Gee, thanks, Dahling … Nice to get permission to pack away parts of my own body now you are done objectifying them for your own gain.’’ Sarcasm and dryness to my tone, I fall in step with him as we leave this hellhole behind. My face smarts, but I have more than enough ability to act like it doesn’t. I am minorly pissed that he is making jokes already; if I were a lesser kind of girl, I would be traumatised, sobbing, and probably giving full-on dramatics right now. He has no ...