The room stays the same and the light never shifts. The only thing that changes is the time between his visits and the way he watches me when he comes back.
They keep me retrained and they keep me contained. They clean the cuts just enough to keep me functional while leaving the sting sharp enough to remind me where I am.
It’s calculated and it’s deliberate. It tells me exactly what kind of man I am dealing with.
He doesn’t need noise and he doesn’t need chaos. He prefers control and patience and slow pressure that builds until it snaps.
So I refuse to snap.
I sit with my shoulders straight and my chin level. I keep my breathing steady and my thoughts sharp. I let the silence stretch without letting it get inside my head.
When the door opens again I don’t look away and I don’t s
