Then his hand, calloused and rough and huge, wraps around my throat.
"A man gets you here; what do you do?"
I smile. It's not that I'm not taking this seriously that makes me smile. It's more that taking it too seriously will be a complete system overload for me and send me into a panicked spiral I might never crawl out of. And, of course, the way he looks so freaking serious makes me want to be the complete opposite.
"Call him daddy?"
He shakes his head at me, and my smile grows.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Ava, please try and take this seriously."