Between the two of them, they get me half way bound despite my frantic attempts to stop them. I lash out at the bastard’s face with my nails; longing to see them scratching his eyes out. I slide as far as possible to the edge of the seat, hoping to catch his face with my nails.
I am stunned and become absolutely still when he grabs the corkscrew. I am actually relieved when he gets my skirt and not any flesh. I watch him reach for my proposal and rip a page off. I am going to get that bastard, I promise myself.
“Fuck you!” I respond to his cocky, “settled?”
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