A Desperate Foe

  "Jamie, I'm sorry about what happened, but it's not really my fault you g…" he interrupts her with a sharp raise of his finger. 

  "So, it's my fault?" He asked craning his neck. 

"Please don't hurt me, Jamie." She begged, she knew all too well how violent and unpredictable he is; in fact, she is astonished he hadn't hit her by now. 

"I still like you, Grace." He started his voice low and convincing, he takes a strand of her black hair in his hand and twirls it along his fingers. 

  She was now gasping loudly as she is unable to breathe properly, and the reaction he pulled from her satisfied him to the core. 

"Maybe, if you agree to date me, I might forgive you." He sniffs her hair, moving incredibly close to her, some part of his face touching her neck.

  "Tell me, What would your answer be? Yes or no?"