The Prey

That night, Judas didn’t come to the room—not that I was expecting him to. But what I wasn’t expecting was the absence of punishment. No harsh words, no wrathful orders, no cruel consequences. Again, he surprised me.

I didn’t know when the burnt clothes were replaced with new ones. Honestly, I had no idea. The only thing I knew was that when I woke up the next morning, the wardrobe wasn’t empty anymore. It overflowed with options—warm, soft, and luxurious like they were handpicked just to spite me.

And right now, I stood by the window, wrapped in a beige sweater that clung to my frame like a...