"Your rings."
"I-I can explain." But the second I put my hands in front of me to keep him away, his one shoots to my hair, making me wince as he wraps the length around his fist.
"I was clear, Kayla," he hisses, dragging me with him as he walks the short length of my living room. "From the beginning, I told you, the rings stay on. You were aware of that, weren't you?"
"Y-yes," I stutter, barely capable of keeping up with him. Pain shoots through my scalp, and I slap his arm. "Let go!"
He takes me all the way to the kitchen, looking through drawers and making me stumble as he moves.
"So you agree that you knew. That you were fully aware you were disobeying me. I want you to remember that when I punish you. And it's going to fucking hurt."
When he finds a kitchen knife, my eyes widen. "What are you doing?" I shout, as nerves ricochet throughout my body. "Nate, please wait. Let me explain."
