C107 One hundred and seven

Be still, dear heart but it clenches painfully I lose my breath. He hates me. He hates us.

Too weak to walk to the light switch, I welcome the brightness pouring down on me as I shift into a sleeping position. It takes him less than a minute to spoon me, I stiffen in his arms until he cups my breast and I relax. I hate how he uses my body against me