He smiled. “I love it when you beg. It makes me want to fuck you harder and rougher.” With one hand holding my hands above my head and his legs keeping my thighs together, he wrapped his right palm around my neck and squeezed it. “I will show you what it means when people talk of hell on Earth. You will beg me to stop, but I won't, not until I make you realize you can never leave us. At least not alive.”

He pressed my neck, his hold too tight. I almost saw the angels singing as they ...