57|Speculation

~Zia~

I’d like to believe his words. There’s a part of me that wishes he was speaking nothing but the truth, but I know better. This man cheated on me with the bitch that’s holding me captive.

He reached out to me, setting his wrist on my forehead since he’s wearing gloves. His eyes widened when I flinched at his touch, forehead creasing.

“You’re fucking burning, Zia,” he announced, setting his phone down and dropping the backpack I didn’t notice he brought with him, producing a bottle of water from it.

Calvin twisted the cap and handed it to me. I gladly reached for it, seeing that he opened it in front of me. There are other ways that this could be a trick, but I badly needed fluids to help me regain some sense in my surr