Leroy Kingston.
He is dangerous. He is ruthless and he craves revenge.
As a mafia boss, he's used to simply taking lives out without even blinking. Why didn't it work with Katrina? Was it the fear in those sky-blue eyes that made him start thinkin...
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Days go by and I spend them in this room, wrapped in the black sheets that seem to reflect Leroy's soul.
Exactly three times a day, Yang enters the bedroom, brings me something to eat and a little love, but I don't manage more than a small, grateful smile. Today, however, I have twice rejected her food.
I just can't get anything down, I already lost my appetite two days ago, but I always ate a little now and then, just to avoid getting even weaker, but I don't feel hungry at all today. Rather, the thought makes me feel sick. I want to get out of here at last! I can't stay here any longer, I just can't get rid of the feeling that I'm incredibly dirty the longer I stay here in his bedroom. Why am I even in this room?
Why didn't he put me in the room I slept in before?
I don't want to be in his bed! In the bed of a murderer.
A monster.
I wish I could just roll up my sleeves and give him a proper smack, but even when I dared to hit him, he just laughed at me.
Sighing, I shake my head and look out the window at the moon in the dark night, clutching the ceiling for support and thinking about my parents. I wonder how they are doing.
I hope they are not too worried about me. If only he would at least let me talk to them on the phone, then I could reassure them and...
I am jolted out of my thoughts when the door suddenly opens. A glance at the clock tells me that it can only be Yang. Just as I'm about to tell her that I don't want anything to eat, a masculine scent that I know all too well rises to my nose and I mentally break out in a panic.
It's too early, he mustn't be here yet!
My heart pumps hard against my chest and my hands clench. I feel him sit down on the bed next to my hips, then silence falls. I quickly close my eyes as I notice him leaning towards me.
"I know that you're awake," he murmurs. Inwardly, I let my shoulders slump.
Of course, he knows, I closed my eyes far too late! I open my eyes again carefully and wince when I now see how close he actually is to me.
I haven't seen him all week by now and I have to admit I was expecting at least a little more compassion, but he still looks like the same asshole he is.
"Stand up," he suddenly orders, at which I furrow my brow. Only then did I notice the tray of food on the dresser.
Oh, so that is what smells so good. Slowly I straighten up and brush a few tangled strands out of my face, meanwhile he now places the tray on his lap. Rice with chicken. As good as it smells - I could puke.
"I'm not hungry," I say softly, so softly that he only understands because it's so quiet here.
