Rihanna’s POV

His legs would go first, then that stupid head, then I’d carve out his disgusting mouth from his head. All of those would be burned in flames, and then the ashes would be thrown into a volcano. These and more were what I envisioned when Chris spoke to me, even held my neck, and gave me a slight scar there.

Did I look like his submissive wife, Sasha? I exhaled, letting the rage I felt diffuse into the air and leave me, but it remained. I threw the prison door ...