NIRELLE
"You know you still owe me an answer for what I asked you on the first day I came here," I say when I am ready to leave the room. I look at his face and can tell he is still uncomfortable talking about this. "Is it uncomfortable?" I ask, wondering how I got so bold with everything, especially in front of this man whom they call merciless.
"No... of course it is not," he stuttered, the words, and I know that he is uncomfortable.
"There is no need to lie." I wrap the book in both hands as I walk closer to him. "If you are uncomfortable, just say it."
"If I do, then would you stop bringing it up?" his question makes me stop in my tracks.
"Only if we reach an agreement," I say, biting the corner of my lips. "Well, it's not an agreement, more of a plea from me. I can't have s*x; I
