Graham pushed himself off of the settee when he saw me enter. I stepped in cautiously and closed they door behind me. I instinctively backed myself into it, it was my grounding point and if I had to run, all I had to do was turn and run.
It didn’t look like he was harboring any anger at this moment. He looked soft, understanding, almost gentle. Still, I couldn’t let my guard down, my only hope of survival was to escape, and I would do so in 5 days.
“I’m not going to hurt you Prìseil, I promise.” I can only imagine what I looked like. I felt like a scared little mouse being cornered by a jungle cat. I know that he would hurt me while I was with child, just in case it was really his. Even still, I don’t know how we would recover from the last month and half alone. I don’t think that I can
