Micah Bell is a nasty, arrogant man. He's rude, prejudiced and entitled most days. But sometimes, like now, he's bearable. You've just made love (If you call it that), and he's lying on his side, watching you idly as you get dressed. His fingers reach out to rub the fabric of your dress between his fingers. He watches you powder rouge onto your cheeks

"What's that?" He rasps, voice softer than usual. You get the sense that one wrong word would snap him back to his usual slimy self.