Murder/Suicide

Cristiano’s smirk only deepens. 

We both know neither of us will survive without the other.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

I’m not really sorry.

Causing a scene had gotten me this.

“You’re not,” he says — because he knows me so well, better than anyone ever has. “But trust me when I say you will be."

Being predictable will get you killed, Daddy.