บท 36: Chapter 36

"Look at me, Fancy," Mick instructs, pushing my chin to look at him. My gaze slides from the wall to his round face, his thick eyebrows furrowed with concern as his bald head shines from the light above.

"That guy will never come near you again, and he will pay for this," Mick threatens, his other hand sliding against my cheek. He shifts, grabs some toilet paper, and dabs at my nose.

"Don't bother, I asked for it," I mutter, pulling my chin from his grip.

He scowls. "Did you? Did you verbally ask for it?" Mick questions. I don't answer, just stare at the sink. "Answer me, Fancy!" Mick roars.

I jump slightly and level him an angry glare. "No!"

"Then you didn't ask for it," Mick remarks, standing. "He'll be handled. As for you, no guy is going to pay for a chick with black eyes and a busted nose. No sex this week. Oral only, and that's if we're lucky," Mick instructs, leaving me to sit on the nasty motel floor with tissue shoved up my nostrils.

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