‘’Oh my fucking God! Are you seriously having a tantrum because I won’t let you use and abuse my body for your sadistic games?’’ I feel all ounces of self-control fly at his boorish, abusive arsehole act and impulsively throw a scatter cushion at his back. It’s not my crowning glory moment, and as soon as I do it, I completely regret it. I always did have a bit of a throwing reflex, and as much as I try to curb it sometimes, it happens all by itself.

It hits him in the back ...