Rhea
It’s been days since the encounter with Daciano in his office, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still shaken from the bizarreness of the entire incident.
I'd stood in his office, and remained still as he stripped off my clothes with the very knife I'd previously attempted to take his life with after I’d accepted his proposal.
The feeling of powerlessness I felt before him as he came closer to me was overwhelming, and I stood trapped between his body and the walls of his office. All I could think at that moment was how I needed to get away from him, put some distance between us, but my body could not muster the courage to move, and maybe I hadn’t wanted to. I’d only stood there as he’d pulled the knife out of nowhere and cut my shirt open, exposing myself to him.
At that mome
