LEILA
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I spoke with my mother for a few Minutes before Matteo came in, of course I’d sworn my obedience, the words feeling like ash in my mouth.
I had to explain to her that was I was off to somewhere safe before she actually let me go.
The journey back to the house felt strangely nice, a very weird ache in my chest knowing I had seen her even in that state was a small comfort.
My obedience. It hits me as a reminder.
We got back to the house as I felt the shift and slow moving of the car making me jump up, my eyes opens realizing I must have drifted off, a moment of unconsciousness.
“Dinner by nine. It’s already late, and a phone will be sent over to you. You’ll use that to communicate with me and one drastic turn, and I shoot your brain out.”
He didn’t give me any time t
