“You think I’m a monster, too. Or at least, you did. Has something changed?”
She chews at her bottom lip. “I… It’s hard to explain. I’m not defending you, it’s just… s**t, maybe I have. But every time I try, I sound insane! Delusional. They look at me and they don’t see their sister or their daughter; they see some naive, brainwashed i***t with a bad case of Stockholm syndrome.”
Her chest rises and falls with labored breathing. I can’t help but follow the movement. She looks so f*****g good, despite the fact that her cheeks have hollowed a little.
“Do you like me now, Olivia? Do you love me?”
“Then what is it like?” I ask, inching closer to her.
She grits her teeth but stands her ground. “Do you just enjoy antagonizing me?”
I smile as her body trembles. It’s slight. But I’m paying at
