Chapter 11 11. Anne - Siberia 4

Dominick grabs my wrists and forces my hands above my head.

“Are you done?” he sneers, his face inches from mine.

Fear coils inside me, clawing its way up my spine, reminding me of what happens when I don’t behave, while I realize that I’ve lost my temper.

Like that day.

I nod slowly.

He shoves me...

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