Sinful desire
He slammed the heavy master bedroom door behind him, leaving the estate to handle his nightly drug shipments, leaving me weeping and burning in the dark.
The freezing water of the shower hit my face, shocking my system as I stood trembling beneath the spray. I watched the faint pink tint of my own blood swirl down the drain, a reminder of the punch Matthew had delivered to my jaw. The physical ache was nothing compared to the profound emptiness inside me. I was trapped, locked away from the world under a drug lord’s guard, starved of affection, and entirely alone.
As the cold water gushed down my body, my mind began to slip away from the dark reality of the mansion. The rhythmic drumming of