"Everyone thinks being trapped means chains or ropes. But real traps? They don’t need locks. They just need fear."

~$~

I woke up drenched in sweat again. Not the kind that cools you. The kind that clings, makes you feel like you’ve been running all night in circles, but your legs never moved.

My heart was racing like something was still chasing me.

And in a way, something was.

Reo. His voice. His threats.

They replay over and over, like a skipping record. You’re mine. You always will be.

I swear the words are still echoing in my ears.

I sit up too fast and the nausea hits me like...