OLIVIA
He wanted me to spend the night with him, in his room.
In. ‘His’. Bed.
After I’d successfully made my way out of his trap?
This was another ruse to get me back in there.
News flash— I actually agreed.
Because… why not?
It wasn’t like I had a choice anyway.
His eyes hypnotized me, and I found myself agreeing and saying things that were the exact opposite of what I had in mind.
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“Your body feels so… cold.”
I’d felt his skin when he gave me a glass of water, and it felt colder than the water he’d offered me.
Icy— that was the perfect word.
He giggled slightly, somehow, I’d noticed he’d been beaming often. He sat on the chair next to the bed, his hands working on a map that was on the table in front of him.
Not certain what he needed a map for anyway.
Or what he was doi
