"I love you." "i don't do that." "I'm paying you. You do what i want." "i don't say that. Didn't John tell you?" "Yeah, but I want you to say it." "No." my arm was wrenched up painfully behind my back. "Say it." "No." Harder. "No." Harder. "Say it." "No." Harder. "Say it." "No." It broke.
