He was an ass that night, and I don't doubt he'll be an ass now. The only difference is that I don't have the fight in me to tell him to fuck off or to even attempt to break his nose again. It's definitely healed, but it sure as fuck wasn't set right, and something tells me he's not exactly thrilled about it. I wonder what bullshit excuse he gave his wife.
"Well, well. I didn't expect to see you back here," he chides as his wicked stare lights with excitement. "I'm going to have fun with you."
My gaze drops back to the floor of the dirty cage, not caring for anything he has to say, but my lack of fight only seems to get him off. "Wow. DeLorenzo really fucked you up, huh? Look at you, you haven't got even a scrap of dignity left. But don't worry, I've got the perfect place for used-up little whores like you."
I roll my eyes.
