Confined

In this line of work, lives are temporary, weapons are compulsory and woman are used.

Used to lure in the bait. To lure in the prey for the predator. The men dressed in suits who stood over us in in command.

Over our shoulder, they linger. Whisper commands in our ear, pulling our strings. We are puppets to their touch.

We don't have a choice. It's life or death.

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It was too quiet.

"Baby?" Dear god no.

Unpeeling my eyes from the white carpet, I slowly rose my eyesight to his piercing ones.

"Yes" I tentatively spoke, my voice uneven.

"Come here baby" please no.

I slowly rose and walked towards him, close enough until his wrapped his hand around my arm and dragged me towards him.

"Is this man in favour of you?" His spoke, venom dripping of his tongue.

"Enzo?" I ask quietly, timidly, so confused.

"Is he?" He pulls me closer and shouts in my face. I feel his heat and anger. My heart hammers against my chest.

"No Enzo!" I cry out- terrified-" of cause not!" I stammer.

"What are you to me" he looks down at me, his face hard as steel. His hands gripping my wrists so tightly I can almost feel them break, I whimper at the pain.

"Enzo what do you mean?" I cry- my body shaking against his steel body. Tears escape my eyes and stream down my ruined face.

His jaw clenches at my response and places his rough hands on either of my face. He stares at me, seething. His own body shaking with rage.

I hadn't realised that the room was in complete silence- all you could hear was my cry's and Enzo's fast heavy breathing.

His hands start to press harder and harder into my face. My skull burns. My skin pulses.

"What am I!" He sceams. My ears ring. The pain. Too much.

Just make it stop!

"Iam yours!" I cry out. Loud and angry.

Angry at myself for ever saying that, angry for having to admit it. I was doomed. Stuck with him for ever. I am trapped. Confined.