Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

She flinches every time he gets close enough to touch her, eliciting the desired shutter he moves for. It wracks her nerves, sending new waves of pain through each fresh wound. The throbbing in her head intensifies and everything seers ten times worse as he nudges her forward. The shove jolts her hunched form and she struggles to stand, taking a staggering step forward as if she’s about to topple over a cliff. Not knowing her surroundings stunts her movements and she hardly has the capacity to focus on what he’s saying.
 
Panic increases the rise and fall of her chest, violently shaky to overcome the new surge of fire. “Please,” she struggles to get out. The severity of her options (“options”) does little to change anything. She’d never wanted to end her life and she struggles to accept the fact now, even if she’s reminded of it over and over. He makes a promise to keep her alive and threatened her with harm and death otherwise. He’s taken so much from her in such a short amount of time.  “I ca-can't, it hurts,” she cries a hoarse voice, legs locked into place to stagger any further shoving.