THIS IS SO DANGEROUS

He taunted.

"I think you're a self-righteous, sanctimonious, irritating

piece of shit." I spat out, dangerously low. "I hate you."

"You don't hate me." He softly chuckled. "I'll admit, I'm going to

enjoy stretching you out. Making it hurt. Having you weak. Fucking

the lies straight out of your pretty, little mouth and letting you forget

every reason that makes you want to supposedly die, mon étoile."