He locked his phone's touchscreen and got out of bed. As he went downstairs, he looked at the couch. Ashley was still sleeping. Armand was walking pas... the living room when he started watching her sleep for a second. She's even beautiful when she sleeps, he thought smiling.As he watched her sleep, her eyes slowly opened. He quickly walked into the kitchen so she wouldn't know he was watching her.When Ashley walked into the kitchen minutes later, Armand was pouring himself a glass of orange. It'll goup on some page called Fiction Fanatics or whatever. Lots of weirdos likeyou, who get off on being mistreated and talked down to, will get to sharethe story of your new life. Isn't that special?"I nodded mutely. There was no point in insisting that I didn't want anyof what had happened to me. Backtalk would just cost me punishment."Then," Davon picked up the thread, "at the end of the story, he's goingto ask all his fellow freaks what else they think we might do to you.Isn't that. "All I'm saying, and hell all any woman really wants is a little pampering, a little love talk, and a few signs of affection to show that she's appreciated before she lets a guy through the door. Understand?" Um, not entirely," he replied, but without moving away from my handhold."Well," I said, my heart beating like a trip hammer as I drew on my imagination's well of fantasy, "I'm not a little girl as you can see, I'm a woman, and women like to be earned." How much?" Was his quick reply,. .. and screamed as the knife hit a concrete wall. Full thrust to stop! He dropped the knife and stared at his hand. The wrist looked broken; he must have come in at a bad angle."Boyfriend, Robert," I said and threw a right hook into his side. The scream made me smile. The punch must have been good for two or three broken ribs. I kneed him the face. A broken nose if not the jaw too! Grabbing the back of his pants and shirt, I threw him into the TV with enough force that he made a dent on the.