DELIA HERRERA POV

Jason was really going to kill me. He'd almost choked me to death while fucking me and I could still feel the ghost of his hand around my neck.

My throat hurt so bad that it was hard to swallow the small bowl of soup he'd given me.

He was probably going to use food as an excuse to have me whenever he wanted because where the hell was a measly bowl of soup and two slices of bread going to get me?

At this rate, I was going to stay here forever. Jason was deranged. I could ...