Chapter 12 The Touch

• And it was at the hands—or rather the mouth—of my captor.
• I’m so devastated that I just want to curl up and cry. I squeeze my eyes shut again.
• But he’s not done with me yet. He crawls up my body and kisses my mouth again. He tastes differently now, salty, with a slightly musky undertone. It’s from me, I realize. I’m tasting myself on his lips. A hot wave of embarrassment rolls through my body even as the hunger inside me intensifies.