VICTORIA WASHINGTON;
It took me two long, agonizing days to come to terms with my reality—trapped in the same room as a psychopath. The same man who had shoved me into a freezing pool was also the one nursing me back to health with hot soups and making sure I didn’t fall sick. The contradiction was mind-boggling.
Now, here I was, trying to fit into his twisted world. I sat on his lap, helpless, as he fed me. Every time I licked my lips, he'd lean in closer, stealing a taste, like some wild animal with no concept of boundaries.
“Stop staring, Little Mouse,” he rasped in my ear, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m all yours.” I blinked, realizing I’d been gawking at him the whole time, lost in thought. But honestly, could you blame me?
His face was dangerously captivating
