ARIA

The silence that seconded the echo of my slap was terrifying, encaging us in its dreadful remains. I stared at him, anger boiling through my veins.

Fuck him for thinking I was that fragile nimp who would cower at his sight, or be subdued with just a slap.

He tilted his head, glaring at me, belief coloured his face. I ignored the pain that vibrated through my finger; his face was hard, it almost broke my fingers.

“You slut!!!!.” He yelled, ready to launch yet another ...