C21 A Spoiled Toddler

“You,” he say, “I want you.”

My breath hitches and my stomach clenches at the fire in his eyes and I swallow hard. “You have me., you paid for me remember?” I remind him with a catch in my voice.

His nostrils flare, “but do I really?” He asks. “Do I really have you?”

I look down at the knot of his tie. I belong to no one… I belong to Astaroth.

He grasps my chin between his fingers