Chapter 59: CIERRA

He's been storming around this boat like a general for the past week. Good for him. I refuse to let him off that easy. He may use my body against me but I won't give him my words. It's killing him I know, the high and mighty Hank Mancini, to know that he can't break me and I'm having a grand ole time making him pay.

"Cierra it's time to eat." I made a face but didn't answer. My throat was going raw from disuse. I don't think I've said two words since we boarded back in New York, not even to ask where we were going. When we made love I bit my tongue to keep the cries of pleasure at bay, though the diabolical fiend always won that fight.

I wanted him to suffer, to feel the pain he'd put me through and this was the only way I knew how. My stupid heart might have softened but I'll be damned if I'll give in. He'll never get the chance to do this to me again. To turn me into a weak sniveling female.