Chapter 9

"That wasn't a compliment. That was a crass, perverted comment that makes me feel like some common whore." I spat before flinging myself off of his bed and making a beeline for the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me before locking it, knowing he was right on my heels. The doorknob jiggled before he began pounding away at the sturdy wood. I ignored his threats about him breaking down the door and teaching me a lesson as I stared at myself in the mirror. A weird sense of deja vu crept up on me as I realized I did this exact same thing last night; the only difference between then, and now, was that my skin seemed to glow. My eyes were bright and clear, and my lips swollen and bruised from overuse. Delicately touching them with my fingers, I couldn't help the short snort of laughter that bubbled from my chest at the change I saw in myself. I guess good dick really can change your life I thought with amusement. Seconds later, the door was kicked open, sending tiny splinters of wood ever