Hell To Pay

Dante. "If you try that shit again, so fucking help me." I crushed Azalea's small frame against the wall with my body, using my free hand to wipe the liquid out of my eyes. It was scarce past six the following morning and Azalea already made another attempt to escape. Except, instead of stabbing me, this morning she dumped an entire bowl of scalding, fucking coffee in my face. Then, also upped it a notch, sinking her teeth into my arm as I tried to grab her, and she tried to stab me in the eyes with her fingers. Unfortunately for her, I still managed to overpower her, but it wasn't without great discomfort. Azalea had gone from a woman fighting for freedom, to a ferocious hellcat overnight. It was clear she hadn't slept a wink since she got here, exhaustion shadowed her eyes and her mood had gone from snippy to plain-right bitch. "Or what?" she snarled. "You're just going to tie me up or lock me in a room again, huh? Why don't you just kill me and get it over with? This is where it's g