Page 63 of Cyber Revenge

“Don’t look so scared, baby.”

Patrick’s grin is slow, predatory, as he stands and starts pacing around me.

“After everything we’ve been through– I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

I keep my head down, breathing through my nose, trying to steady the pounding in my chest. I won’t play his game.Don’t engage. Don’t speak.

“Nothing to say?”

Patrick’s boots stop inches away.

“Not even a littlethank youfor saving you from that psycho?”

My head snaps up before I can stop it.

“Trip is not thepsychoin this situation.”

The words come out sharper than I intend. Patrick’s expression darkens.

“Is that what you tell yourself?”

He crouches again, face too close, his breath brushing against my cheek.

“That he’sprotectingyou?”

I clench my jaw, refusing to answer.Don’t let him get inside your head.

“Does he fuck you better, Lydia?”

The words are a whisper now. Soft.Dangerous.

“Does he make you scream the way I did?” I freeze. My stomach churns as bile climbs up my throat.

“Bet he doesn’t.” Patrick’s smile is sharper now. Cruel. “Bet he doesn’t know howfilthyyou get when you’re begging for it.”

My throat tightens.Don’t react. Don’t let him see.

“Still quiet?”

Patrick’s fingers trail down my jaw.

“Don’t worry, baby.”

The knife is in his hand before I see him move.Cold steel.Pressing lightly against my throat.

“I’ll fix that.” What follows is hell. Time stops. Seconds stretch into eternity as Patrick drags me through his sick, twisted version ofpunishment.

He doesn’t have to hit me. He doesn’t need to.The words are enough. Every question…

“Do you think he loves you?”

“Does he know how weak you are?”

“Do you think he’ll save you in time?”

…a knife, cutting deeper than any blade. I hold on as long as I can. But Patrick isrelentless. Pushing. Prodding. Chipping away at the walls I’ve built around myself until they are crumbling.

“Shhh…” Patrick’s voice is softer now. Like a lover’s whisper. “Don’t fight it, baby.”

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