Free to Fall

Chapter Two.

"Ensnared"

Weeks blurred together as Pam and Yanga's relationship deepened. They were inseparable, their love growing with each passing day. Pam had never felt this way before – like she was home, like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

But as the days turned into months, subtle changes crept in. Yanga's behavior shifted, his words and actions taking on a possessive tone.

"Who was that guy you were talking to at work?" he'd ask, his eyes narrowing.

"Just a colleague," Pam would reply, feeling a flutter of unease.

"I don't like it," Yanga would say, his voice low and even. "You're mine, Pam. I don't share."

Pam would laugh it off, thinking it was cute, thinking it was love. But the comments continued, each one chipping away at her sense of self.

One night, Yanga showed up at her workplace, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. Pam felt a surge of excitement, but as he approached, his expression darkened.

"You're flirting with that guy by the bar," he accused, his voice barely audible.

Pam was taken aback. "No, Yanga, I'm just –"

"Don't lie to me," he snapped, his hand closing around her wrist. "I saw the way you were laughing with him."

The room began to spin as Pam realized she was trapped. Trapped in a relationship that was slowly suffocating her.

But she couldn't see it yet. All she saw was the love they shared, the passion that burned between them.

And so she stayed, ensnared in Yanga's web of possessiveness and control.