"No." His words were like a dagger to my heart. Looking around, we were in his room, and it was dark. The moon shines and peeps through the blowing curtains outside the balcony door.
"Am I going to be your prisoner forever?.." The question barely made it past my lips, my throat sore and throbbing.
"You're n-" he went on to say, but I put my hand on my arm and hardly stared at him. The silence between us, crushing every breath from my lungs, as it lingered. Sighing, he pulled the keys from his pocket, he gently grabbed my wrist and undid the lock. Clicking it released my hand and I quickly drew it into my chest.
"Can I-?" I reached toward the glass that sat on a cart next to him. Picking up the pitcher of ice water, he filled it and handed it to me, keeping a small amount of distance bet
