Ivy’s pov.

I wasn’t sure what kind of answer he expected me to give. When I noticed his gaze still settled on me I flinched a little.

“It feels fine.” I managed, though words were under my breath.

“Good. Cherish this moment now because I won’t hesitate to throw you back in if you misbehave.” He sneered, a sick, crooked smile on his face enjoying every drop of venom he spat.

He loved to watch me suffer, and I hated every bit of it, but I had to rethink opening my mouth ...