This animal is lying on top of me, taking advantage of the situation to touch every inch of my body as if I were entirely at his disposal. Every kiss and caress he lays on me disgusts me to my very core.
"Your skin is soft… and cold."
I half-open my eyes, and my gaze lands on the signet ring on my finger: a rather tarnished silver ring with a black stone in the center.
Alexander.
A wave of memories washes over me as I look at the ring—something that means so much to him, yet he entrusted it to me.
Even though I mean nothing to him.
He asked me to look after this piece of jewelry he probably never took off before. He said he trusted me.
Why hasn’t he asked for it back yet?
My eyes alternate between the signet ring and the man now on top of me, trying to take possession of my body.
