His Prisoner

I felt Hayden’s eyes on my face, my chest and then sliding down the rest of my body as if he was appraising me. It made me feel uncomfortable, naked, and exposed in front of him. It was so unfair, how he seemed to be able to see through me while I couldn’t see anything in his emotionless eyes at all. 

Suddenly, Hayden sighed loudly before squeezing his hands together, cracking his knuckles. I didn’t like what I was seeing…at all…

“So…why did you run?” Hayden asked, sounding as emotionless as ever. 

I dreaded the arrival of this question and now that he had asked it, I didn’t know how to reply. Hayden must have wanted to ask me this from the beginning but had waited for us to be alone with everything settled. Although so much time had passed, I still wasn’t sure why I did it exactly. 

Hayden watched me as I struggled to provide an answer to his question. I couldn’t tell if