Promise
I'm a prisoner again. I thought I was past this stage. I didn't think of ever bend to anyone's will again, but Ryan is practically forcing me to obey him. It's been 24 hours since everything was revealed, yet it feels like an entire week has gone by. I dreamt of Kyle tonight, not Kilian. It's the first dream I had of him. He was behind a cell, a filthy cell, and his body was covered in thick angry marks. Some were oozing blood, like he was whipped with silver. His head was hanging low and he was gripping the bars with considerable force. As I approached him, he raised his head. Both his eyes were blue and swollen. His lips were split and huge. He extended his arm, reaching out for me. Before I got to him, I sat up in bed. All this time, I was concerned about getting to Kilian, but what
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