Another audible click of my teeth later, and I’m back to being choked silent with fear. “You let a man touch you in here. Make you come,” he states, his tone bled dry of emotion. “Normally, I’d replace his fingers with my own, but I think you need something else to teach you a lesson.” “Okay, I’m sorry,” I rush out, my eyes widening as he points the gun to my chest. “I-I’m really, rea—” “Shh,” he hushes. “You’re not sorry yet, little mouse. But you will be.”