After a night of bratting, I didn’t sleep too well. Hearing that lingering, “just you wait, little girl” that you whispered into my ear.
I tossed and I turned thinking about all the ways you could make me regret going against your words. I know you felt every one of my movements by the way you pulled me into you each time. Forever my sweetest protector.
The sun has finally risen above the horizon now as evidence of the sunlight making shadows on the walls.
I feel you stir behind me, pulling me to you by my waist, “Good morning my little princess”.
I shiver from your breath on my ear. My chin slightly lifting up. You waste no time not opportunity to snake your strong hand around my throat, squeezing so tight I can’t even keep my eyes open.
“You remember how you treated me last night, I’m sure and you’ll remember how dumb it was for days to come, you little fucking brat.”