He looks up to the ceiling as if thinking, then he turns his gaze down to me. “I like toys. And I enjoy playing with you. So, I enjoy having you around.” Until you bore me. That last part left unsaid didn’t need to be uttered.

“Did you have other toys before?” I glance around. “Is that what this room is for? Your toy room.”

He smiles for the first time today, but he says nothing. Instead, he collects my empty tray and leaves.

His toy. Fuck me until he was bored with me. Is that what he meant when he said he wanted me to be his toy? Judging...