The room was dimly lit, Viktor sat by a large table, his arms planted across his chest, his eyes on me. I reluctantly moved forward as Kaleb nudged at my back, his way of saying 'go'. Every step that I took, every gap was closed between us made my stomach drop for I had no idea what to expect from this man. I felt unsettled beneath his prying gaze. I was completely shaking with fear as I was now an inch away from him. He pointed to the table, I glanced at the table and back at him, unsure of what he meant. 'Couché' he said as he pointed to the table again. My mouth had went dry, my tongue felt like a desert as I licked the insides of my mouth, trying to find the words to speak out, to decline his request, instead, like the pitiful girl I am, I laid back on the table, the glass cold against
