There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

Black moths flutter into view: first one, then two, then dozens. Blocking out
my sight.
I’m hitting at his arms, scratching at them, clawing. Trying to tear his fingers
off my throat.
I’m too weak and he’s too strong. I’m helpless in his grasp, floating,
slamming back into my body, floating up again.
Now Cole speaks and I can’t see his lips moving, but I hear that low, insistent
voice burying into my brain:
“This is what it will feel like if you wait for Shaw to finish the job. This is
what it will feel like when he’s on top of you. This is what it will feel like to
die as a victim.”
“Stop it! Stop fucking around!”
The words are a rasp, a whisper.
It doesn’t matter if he hears them or not: Cole isn’t fucking around. He’s
never been more serious.
He chokes me harder. Fucks me harder. Holds me there while he beats the
lesson into me.
“This is your way, isn’t it? Hoping for mercy? Never fighting back? Trying
to do the right thing? You want to be a good person … good people die every
day, Mara. Goodness never saved them.”
I’m clawing at his arms, desperate and dying. Black moths carry me away …
He’s looking down into my face, as cruel as Shaw as he taunts me. “Do you
want to be a victim, or you want to be a fighter? I thought you were a fighter,
Mara?”
I am fighting, I’m hitting him with all my strength but it’s not enough, I’m
only a girl, a skinny girl, it will never be enough against a man …
I hate that I’m small. I hate that I’m weak.
The anger, the hurt, the goddamn fucking unfairness wells up inside of me.
I’m the volcano now, I’m the fucking lava.