Hell no.
Enzo has given me everything I need—space, TV, there are even books—and Lyndall dragged in her Xbox, which I used this morning to take out all my aggression on zombies.
I get to eat, to rest, I have a phone...that, sure, has been smuggled in, but I know he knows about it...
I have everything, including snacks and meals that he either leaves just inside my door or Lyndall comes in with.
It's only been a handful of days.
It seems long.
Like weeks.
Because there's one thing missing, one thing I desperately need.
Freedom.
I pick at the fruit and yogurt left inside the suite, and I'm aware this is almost like my own apartment in Enzo's place.
Except, this is my gilded cage, and I can't fly away.
I've spent days inside before Dad died. At school, when Iwas studying hard for exams, and even when I moved into my hole-in-the-wall apartment, while I was putting everything together to apply for jobs, there would be times I hadn't stepped outside for days.
But not being able to and not wanting to are two very different things.
If I could, chances are I'd be perfectly okay with being closed in here, enjoying everything I have access to. But since the outdoors are forbidden to me, I seem to crave them.
I peer out the window.
The shutters are down and seem to be locked into place. It could be me, but I can't make them move.
Thinking about it, it could be a form of punishment from Enzo.
Except...he doesn't seem to be punishing me. Other than locking me up.
I flop on the bed, rolling onto my back, and my stomach flutters.
Is it punishment—Enzo coming in without an invite or just more stalker behavior?
I go with stalker.
The kind of stalking I'm loath to admit I like.
The other night, he came in, and I pretended to be asleep, my body throbbing, wetness growing between my legs, and all I wanted was...
Him.
I wanted him.
Inside me.
But he fed into the kink in me he unlocked.
He somehow knew to pretend to be Alex.
I called him that, and he took it, turning it into what my body craved.
His hands on me. His tongue and fingers an invasion. Another shiver of fluttering inside spreads.
