C57 Hickeys

Nine years. It has been nine years and those memories still give me tremors. As if I could still feel the torture, the pain on my skin. My own screams still echoed in my head.

Closing my eyes, I tightened my arms around him.

As if sensing the tension in my body, he drew slow soothing circles on my back with his hand. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, love. There's no hurry