Milena~
My knuckles gripping the duvet turn white.
Vladimir lets go. Shoving his hands in his pockets as he takes a few steps backward, he nods, urging me to proceed.
My throat itches as saliva dries up. I sit on the bed, reach for the food tray, and place it on my thighs. With trembling hands, I consume the food.
Vladimir’s gaze doesn’t leave me.
Not minding the quantity of food choking my throat, I gulp down all of it. My throat stretches out in pain. Vladimir’s head tilts, his eyes watching as if expecting me to make mistakes.
I ignore him.
Finishing the meal, I hurry into the bathroom, wash up, and throw a towel around my chest before returning to the room. Vladimir stands in his position. Water-gray eyes tracking my every move.
Unwrapping my towel while showing him my back
