FOURTY EIGHT

❧ Fiorella ☙

I'm half expecting Darian to walk through the door, but I know better than to expect such a thing. Instead, a familiar face enters the room. I'm not foolish enough to relax, not around this stranger.

"Who are you, you didn't get your turn, so now you're here to take advantage of it before you miss your chance while I'm alone?"

He approaches me, slowly, like a wolf hunting for its prey, but I stand my ground despite the fear roaring in my blood and the trembling in my hands. When he remains silent, the knot of fear in my gut tightens will be that this man is the one who bought me.

"What do you want? Surely you didn't come here just to look at me." Even though the words come out whole, they betray my defeat.

"Please leave me alone, I am nobody's property, if you bought me let me go I beg you." Again, he says nothing, doesn't even look at me, keeping his gaze firmly on my shoulder.

These are my last moments of freedom, who knows what will come next. I don't want these last