Lance rips her dress apart viciously, and Andrea can’t help but imagine it’s her body he’s tearing into. She can imagine him clawing her heart out of her chest.
As if he can read her mind he says, “Andrea, I wish I could examine your heart to see what it’s really made of.”
He stares at her exposed body and feels his heart beat an erratic rhythm in his chest. Suddenly the thought of hurting her, makes his chest hurt.
“Why do you lie to me?” he whispers.
“What do I lie to you about?” she responds.
Lance kisses her as soon as the words leave her mouth. She hammers her fists against his chest, but it doesn’t seem to make any difference. Eventually she stops fighting and accepts that he’ll do whatever he likes with her.
Lance is so angry that his fingers have left small bruises on her jaw. He dee……
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