I remained in my room for the rest of the day asking for my dinner to be delivered to me. I didn’t wish to encounter him. I had to clear my mind. I needed to confront the truth.
He is my captor.
Nothing more.
That was what I allowed myself to think before I was exhausted.
The morning suddenly came, with the light streaming in at the curtain, like an unwelcome guest. I had not slept much--my mind recursing every minute of the day. His fingers resting on my waist. His breath brushed against my ear. How my body had failed me by reacting to him.
No more.
I got dressed. Black leggings. A snug tank top. Functional. Detached. I braided my hair firmly as though I could thread my determination into each fiber. Today I will keep my distance. I would recall what he truly was.
A monster who sto
