THIRTY-FIVE
Throttle
I clung onto my girl, holding her until she dozed off, unwilling to release my grip. I wanted to give her security and let her know they will never hurt her again. No man dared touch her while she was mine.
I’m claiming her as my ol’ lady. She's not only in my possession, but I belong to her as well. Don’t know if she knew, but she will soon.
I caress her long, silky hair, enjoying the rise and fall of her chest. It calms me. I'll handle any nearby threat. I'd go sleepless for days if it meant she would feel better.
Every time I thought about her being locked up, caged like a rabid animal, fury unleashes inside, and I want to revive the pieces of scum just so I could kill them slowly. If anyone dares threaten what is mine again, they’ll beg for death. I’d make them suffer.