“I am talking to you, asshole. What the f**k do you think you are doing, Eamon? Do you really think you can get away with this? I don't want you, get it through your thick psychotic skull.” I yell, effectively distracting him, because he spins around and points the gun at me again.
“I will get away, and you are coming with me. I will kill that man you call your husband. Do you want to know why?” he asks and I roll my eyes. “No, I don't. But I am sure you will tell me anyway,” I say in a bored tone. “You are mine, little dove. I told you this, but you wanted to spread your wings. Now it's time for you to come home like all doves do.
After you have received a fitting punishment, we can go back to the way we were,” he says in such a soft tone, it's hard to believe that he could hurt anyone
