Dominique
“You look f*cking horrible, Dominique. Why are you so pale?” Malcolm snapped as he fixed his tie in the mirror above the dresser.
“Maybe because you keep me in this house without going out anymore? Or maybe it’s because you work me to the bone catering to you and your wh*re? Or perhaps it’s the fact you let men use me to their heart's content? What do I have to live for?” I asked as I knelt on the floor where he liked me when I was in his presence.
“I know what you are trying to do. It’s not going to happen. Your bruises have finally faded. Have you not liked your reprieve the last two weeks? I’ve kept your weekly f*cks at bay, I haven’t brought Clara into our home. You haven’t had too much to do except heal from your last encounter with Walsh. I’ll even admit he was a
