o r a n g e

"You're mine, orange" his raspy voice whispered to me. His eyes sincere and sinistic at the same time.

"Why do you call me orange?" I croaked out.

My throat all dried up. I gulped as he came closer, his hands holding me firmly to the waist.

"Because you remind me of the sunset" confused to what he meant I stared at him. Waiting for an explanation but I knew I'd get none.

"You are mine Zaira" I gulped again,"only mine"