Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I couldn’t slow my breathing, dragging in more air and
more air and the sound being the only thing I could hear in the
room. He was so fucking calm. Was this entertaining?
“What do you want?!” I yelled.
I let my eyes fall closed, tears streaming and realizing it
could be hours before Arion made it back up to the house, and
no one at the party needed to come up here. There was the
pool house with the bathroom, and it had a small kitchen that
was stocked with all the snacks and drinks they’d need.
A golf ball rose in my throat, and I felt like I was going to
vomit. I shook my head, my fight dead. “What do you want?”
I felt his hand touch my hair, and then the ribbon was
pulled and all my hair fell from its ponytail.
“Oh, GGod.” I start batting at him and trying to get his
hands off me. “Just stop. Please stop.”
I fell to a squat, partially to get away from him and
partially because I felt sick. I clamped my hand over my
mouth to try to sustain the rolling of my stomach.
“It’s a joke,” I said to myself, losing my fucking mind.
“You’re doing this as a joke. It’s just a joke.” I started shaking.
“It’s a joke.”
I felt him squat down in front of me, his breath close again.
“Then why aren’t you laughing?” he whispered.
I snarled, getting angry again.
Why was he whispering? Did that mean I knew him? Was
he afraid I’d recognize his voice?
I forced myself to calm down, finally able to pull in a long,
deep breath.
“Are you…are you going to hurt me?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
He doesn’t know?
“Do you want to?” I pressed.
“Kind of.”