Sera Winters
Privacy is the first thing captivity takes. Your body, your choices, your space. But when they take your thoughts too, there's nowhere left to hide.
I wasn't leaving this room.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe not ever.
I sat on the bathroom floor with my back against the door and my knees pulled up to my chest. I'd been here since last night. Since I ran from the library. Since I let Kieran touch me and liked it.
My body still remembered. Every place his hands had been felt warmer. Different. Marked.
I scrubbed at my skin in the shower until it hurt. Until the hot water ran cold. Until I couldn't feel his touch anymore.
But I could still feel the pleasure. The way my body had responded to him. The way I'd begged hi
