“Hold up, I have to tie my laces.”
I blink, attempting to take in where I am. Everything looks and feels the same, but in some ways, it doesn’t. The street I stand on is poorly lit, shrouding it from full view. Snapping my head from left to right, I see we’re alone.
“Turn around, would you? I can’t do this with you looking at me.” His voice has me gasping as I’m certain I’ve heard this phrase before.
As I attempt to process where I am, an acute pain penetrates my temple. It’s so sharp it robs me of my breath. I press the heel of my hand against my brow, hoping the pressure will help alleviate the darkness.
I know where I am, but how did I get here? And why do I feel like I’ve been in this exact same spot before?
“Tori, please, just this one time, can you do what you’re told?”
Bryan i
