[WARNING: This chapter may refer to some sensitive topics, such as rape and abuse, which may be upsetting to some readers.]
My screams were silenced by the hand that covered my mouth.
That dreadful scent. It was an expensive cologne made by a perfumer from Paris that only makes ten bottles of it a year.
It was a luxury to own it, but as I had come to know, most people who can afford such a luxury shouldn't be allowed to.
"Shut up, b*tch," Jordan whispered in my ear, his voice causing all the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.
He held me against him in a way that I couldn't fight myself out of, but it didn't stop me from squirming.
"If you make a single sound, I will make sure your precious friend, Hannah, will never breathe another breath again."
Even in the past, he used Hannah as a means to manipulate me, because he knew that my own life meant nothing to me - I wasn't afraid to die.
