Artemisia

I gulp as I keep myself from being impressed by the sparks exploding on my skin and traveling down my neck and chest.

No matter how much I try, I can’t remember ever feeling such a strong reaction towards anyone.

And it pains me that I must experience it for the first time with a bully like him.

“Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth, but he increases his grip, making me whimper.

I claw on his forearm as if it would lead him to loosen his grip.

“You enjoy it, do you? ...