C A I T L I N ' S P . O. V
It's the same nightmare that invades my sleep again.
I'm back at Deviance, scantily clad in a rouge two piece. Geneva's favourite. The club is dark and misted, my body sways in tune with the familiar beat, relaxing into the movements like they're natural to me now.
There's no cheering, or wolf whistling. Only silence. Eerie dreadful silence.
Then the spotlight comes on. A single bright light focused out in the audience.
Geneva sits there, body stretched out as he reclines in his chair. There's some sort of regality that he poses, his authority forces me to my knees as I crawl towards him. In my mind, I'm screaming at myself to stop. To pull back, run away.
Yet my body yields to him, bending and stretching at his every whim. Pain burns through my limbs
