"Yo, you don't have to be so harsh, geez," I spat when he practically pushed me into his apartment.
Before I had the chance to say more, Izaak thrust me against the wall, hand wrapped around my throat. The position I was in forced me to look into his seething face. His grip tightened. "You haven't seen harsh yet."
I didn't have enough air to argue, somewhat thankful because he was legit raging, and much more than I'd realized earlier. This wasn't an act. He was normally so controlled, logical, emotionless.... but tonight it was pure wrath.
"Tonight you will surrender control."
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