NAMIKO
I lay on my side, facing the wall, the room cloaked in flickering shadows. The fire burning crackled softly, casting warm light over cold stone, but it did nothing to soften the dread pooling in my gut.
His presence behind me was suffocating and dominant. His breath ghosted along my shoulder, deliberate and slow, like a hunter savoring the moment before the kill.
The bed dipped as he shifted closer, and I didn’t dare move, just lay there, hoping the night could pass soon.
“Do we have to do it tonight?” I asked, my heart pounding against my chest, as sweat formed on my forehead.
This was my choice, I should feel ready to take it on, a part of me wants to, but my nervousness keeps eating deep inside me.
“If I want to.” He replied, his voice dangerously low.
“But you don't have
