~ NYSSA
I could not sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes I felt his hands on me, I heard the sounds he made. I lay in the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling above. The only thing that gave me any sense of reprieve was imagining all the things I would do to him once I managed to get out of here.
It was bad enough that he kidnapped me, bad enough that he made my living hell but what he did… the way he… I squeezed my eyes shut, blinking away the thoughts.
I was unsure of how long I had been awake, or of how many hours had since he brought me breakfast and kissed my forehead, letting his hands linger on my shoulder with intention but I waited.
I'd won his trust, and it would be his downfall.
The lock turned and I sat up immediately.
