I wanted to see her suffer. Just a little bit. I wanted to know.. How long until I could make her say please. I don't think I've heard that word from her in a long time. I figured I should loosen my grip on her throat if i ever wanted to hear it again, but I still kept my thumb firmly wedged up against her artery. By now she should be getting weak headed...
"David!" she gasped "Please!"
There it was. Shining in the room. I let her go and watched as she crumpled to the floor gasping and crying. I got my please.
"Why couldn't you have just said that before?"
The only answer she gave was the hurt look from her red swollen eyes. I climbed down and wrapped my arms around her. When she flinched at my touch it felt as if someone has just punched me in the chest, but instead of letting go i just held her, rocking back and forth and told her I loved her. I did love her. I just wanted her to say please.