I stayed silent.
His fingers found the chain around my ankle. A reminder. He tapped it once, then again—like I wasn’t a person, just another object in his possession.
“Listen closely, Stina.”
My entire body stiffened.
That name.Stina.
That fucking name.
No one knew. No one.
My mother was the only person who ever called me that. And she hadn’t spoken it since— My legs gave out before I could stop them.
The floor met my knees in a harsh collision, but I barely felt it. My breath came fast, shallow, and uneven.
How?
I forced myself to look up at him, searching for something—anything—that made sense.
Nothing did.
His expression remained unreadable, but his voice was merciless. “Do you believe me now?”
I shook my head. I wanted to scream. To demand how he knew. To claw the answer out of him.
But my voice failed me.
I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. “How do I know you won’t lie to me?”
Something flickered in his eyes—something dark. Dangerous.
He leaned down, fingers grazing my jaw. Not gentle. Not cruel. Just… possessive.
“Every time you let me play with you, let me fuck you,” he murmured, “I’ll give you another piece of the truth.”
The room spun.
This wasn’t happening.
This couldn’t be happening.
No, this wasn’t happening.
He couldn’t just… he had no right to…
But deep down, I knew he did. He had every right when he held all the cards, when he was the only one who could give me what I had spent my whole life chasing.
Answers.
“What the fuck do you even want from me?” I whispered.
His slow smile sent chills down my spine.
“I want you on your knees.”
My breath hitched.
