Buddy’s whole body burned with anger; his bones melting in an inferno of his rage. ‘What did you say?’ he ground out. ‘I said you disgust me,’ she replied, still marching away from him. She was the whore, so what right did she have to tell him that he was disgusting? His anger was suddenly boiling over. Grabbing her by the arm, he yanked her back and threw her to the ground. Before she could recover, he was on top of her, pinning her with his body weight. He placed his face so close to hers they were breathing the same air. ‘Say it again bitch and I’ll end you. You got that?’ His voice was a guttural growl. She started to whimper and Buddy slapped her face to shut her up. But she wouldn’t stop. Gripping her by the throat, he squeezed. She started clawing at his hands and arms, trying to prise him off. But Buddy had learned long ago that his size should be used for the advantage that it was. ‘Please … don’t do this,’ she begged, choking out the words.
