Owned By My Mortal Enemy

re of my surroundings. I listened to the low hum of old-fashioned ventilation as I was guided through one passage to the other,

My feet tapped against what seemed to be a smooth polished texture different from the one inside. And from the clicking footsteps of the guards surrounding me, along with the cool fri

atform and I cursed under my breath, with one of the men steadying my frame with the light pull of

this morning. I had taken a lot of water though, wanting to

lindfold was ripped off my face and I foun

I went in, my cuffed hands uncomfortable around m

ll, the posh leather surface of the car seat creaking pleasantly underneath my weight. For a brief moment, I was tempted to lie down

my new reality crumbling and collapsing on

meone's

I sold to and when w

the 'owner's' place now? My lips twisted at bitterly at the thought. The idea that

issed under

led," a low deep voice resonated in the darkness and I stiffened, sud

l. If there was someone here

moving? On another note, there was something vaguely familiar about his

Think

n why couldn't I remember his voice? I wanted to be filled with hope, to know I have finally been given a chance considering th

on the flip side, I have made a few enemies

hell

d to ask whoever was

er it be a t

me otherwise, and it wa

lowing words as he spoke, "You're sa

ft and low at the same time. It sounded laid back and relaxed,

ed me. But did I really have the luxury to be snarky

ed out. Truthfully, I had heard similar manner of speaking

ut it was indisputable that I might have met this man in pass

good memory

lost in thought, and then a

did not like

I asked, wanting to get to t

e something with

I want with yo

was toying with me, and if one more lingering statement that didn't a

, the softness of the light further emphasise

rained as I took in the ma

new