"Trey... please, no," comes my pleading tone as my orbs dart frantically between the bright yellow fleece in my arms and his looming silhouette. "I–I can't wear this!"
Dark brow lifts. "And why's that?"
"Because you already asked me to hand over my real list! And I already told you I'm going to do it! I'm completely surrendering the actual list to you, no fighting. So since that's settled... doesn't that make this stupid fake list completely null and void?"
"No."
That reply stuns me. "What do you mean, no?"
"You heard exactly what I said, sweetheart. No." He advances toward me. "Nothing is null and void until I say it is. And your punishment for that little stunt you pulled back there? It isn't anywhere near over just yet."
"T-Trey–"
"I might have adjusted my original plan of fulfi
