!Warning! s****l assault and violence!
“Ezra, I--”
He yanked me by the arm, twirling my body away from the door roughly. Rapidly, he locked the basement door, stuffing the key back into the pocket of his jeans. When the door was securely locked, he pulled me by the arm towards his office, slamming it close before he threw me on the floor with brutal force. I caught myself, palms hitting the wooden floor, making them bruised and sore from the impact.
He pointed down at me, his face a limit of rage I’d never seen before. A vein sprouted along his neck, making me crawl back in fear. “You know the rules, Lilah. So why did you open the door?” he asked through his gritted teeth, taking precise steps towards me. To intimidate me. And it was working, fright wringing at my chest.
“I...I heard..
