Scar

The air in the room was thick, suffocating. The scent of sweat, sex, and betrayal clung to my skin, making my stomach churn.

My limbs felt frozen, my heart pounding so loudly I thought it might shatter.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

I had prepared myself for his cruelty, told myself I wouldn’t let him break me again. But nothing could have braced me for this.

For the way he had looked at me, empty of warmth.

For the way he had commanded ...