Free The Good Girl by Dawn Robertson, Lily White

colorful skin of her body. I stepped back in an attempt to place distance between us and she continued staring at me, confusion filtering through the indignation in her eyes.
    “Do you have an answer or what?”
    I had to remain calm. I fought with myself to avoid the violence I wanted to commit against her. “Eleni, I would prefer you keep your thoughts to yourself.” Pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers, I cringed as the insufferable voices refused to shut up. Unfortunately, the more she spoke, the louder they became.
    “Keep my thoughts to myself? Ha! Fuck you asshole. It was your decision to steal me, now it’s on you to have to deal with me. I mean, I’m going to die anyway right? Might as well get this shit over with.”
    Standing suddenly, she pulled the towel from her body and let it fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked before me. My eyes traveled over the tattoos that graced her skin – the fine lines and beautiful colors that shaded the flowers, faces, words and designs that adorned her body. My eyes traveled to the angel on her leg.
    “What are you doing?” My words came out on a low growl – the force of my voice rumbling through my chest.
    “I’m tempting you.” She walked towards me. “You want to fuck me, right? That has to be the reason why you took me. So let’s do this. Pull out your dick, asshole. You want to ride me, then ride me.”
    I backed away until I was pressed up against the cool surface of the plaster wall. Closing my eyes against her nudity, my thoughts became louder and my mouth watered in anticipation of the attack. Every scene played out in my head; my hands on her skin, my fingers wrapping around her small, delicate wrists – her throat. I could overpower her with barely any effort – but there was this smaller voice, a faint whisper, that stopped me.
    When I opened my eyes again, she was staring at me. Her posture was tired and sickly looking, but it was obvious she wouldn’t back down.
    It was too much to bear.
    Stepping forward, I wrapped my hand around her neck. Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening in an attempt to pull oxygen into her lungs. If I squeezed harder, it would hurt her, make her desperate to escape – to remain alive.  Her hands came up and wrapped around mine as she attempted to pull me away. I gripped tight enough to frighten her, but not enough to cut off the supply of air completely.
    Lowering my face to hers, I warned, “I told you to keep your thoughts to yourself, you little fucking slut. I would not continue opening your fucking mouth when I’ve told you to stop. I don’t condone stupidity. Do you fucking understand?”
    She was light and when I shoved her towards the bed, she flew farther than I’d intended. Her head cracked against the headboard and she immediately turned and vomited all over the sheets before springing from the bed to run towards the bathroom. Guilt instantly slid across my spine and I followed her, concerned that she’d hit her head too hard.
    When she was done getting sick in the toilet, she fell back onto the ground, holding her head in one hand and her stomach in the other. I knelt down beside her and the images came back – gruesome and cruel. I wanted to hurt her, to drag her by her hair and extinguish the life behind her eyes. She didn’t deserve that life – not after what she’d become. She looked at me with disobedience and rebellion flashing across her challenging expression.
    “You son of a bitch! What the fuck do you want now! FUCK YOU!”
    As she leaned over the toilet again, I realized I finally had enough. If things continued, they would become worse. I wouldn’t be able to control myself. This situation had to die down.
    Pushed myself up from the floor, I walked into the bedroom. After grabbing the zip ties that were on the bedside table, I turned and marched back into the bathroom. While she was dry heaving over the toilet, I grabbed her wrist and fastened her to the