Toby stared down at me as he released my arm, the skin where he touched absolutely throbbing. "I guess you are somewhat smart," he nodded. "And I also know more than a few men who would be willing to train that attitude out of you."
He waited for a few seconds until I looked up at him. "Unless they kill you first."
Once again, I refused to show fear. I could escape this situation; hell, I could hide in the mattress almost indefinitely until I was rescued.
But that wouldn't help the other women in my situation. He was technically stealing from me, taking away people who I considered to be mine. The women who went to the shelters depended on me to keep them safe, even if they had no idea what I looked like or even my name.
And that was really not okay.
He turned around, this time moving quickly to the door before I could say anything else, but how could I really help myself?