Thirty two

LISA

I had my eyes widened, seeing that I wasn't dreaming.

He was standing right in front of me in my cell room.

“Sire,” I said, lowering my head to the ground, trying to avoid making eye contact with him.

He walked up to me as he had my face up in his hands staring into my eyes.

“No more acne?” he asked, seeming a bit confused.

I had my hand to my face wondering what he meant, as it was that my acne always got worse mostly at night.

But touching my face right now as it had all suddenly disappeared.

“You look different,” he said, looking straight into my eyes.

I felt a pink dot coming onto my face as I had strands of my hair pulled to the back of my ear trying to hide that I was blushing.

“Come, sit” he requested while sitting on my bed.

I suddenly wondered how it was that he found it easy to stay in my cell room comfortably.

Even with the fact that the whole room reeked of old wood.

He held onto my hand as he kissed it.

There it was, the switch.

I wondered how it was that he had bee