Twenty One

Adele

I haven't been seeing much of Mr Peterson, and I was a bit relieved. Even though a little part of me misses his touch. I find myself craving for his touch at night. We have one more night together for the contract to end, after one more night he would stop touching me. 

I stepped under the shower fully, turning it on as I washed my self. The women were in the room telling their past life stories, I used the clean up as an excuse to escape. I wasn't going to tell them I was an Italian mafia princess, daughter to the one who they call the wrecker. The man who have wrecked so many life and tore so many family apart to get to the position he is right now.

I couldn't help but wonder what would become of me if Mr Peterson ever finds out who I am. Would I be beheaded like the man in war floor. I shivered at that thoughts. I had to accept the fact that there was no escape for me, the onl