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“Playing cat and mouse are we?” He was so close to me that I could almost feel his form touching my back. His whisper, just a quiet exhale in my ear, that no one would be able to hear even if the walls had ears. “I like this game. Makes it so much more fun. Us, together, our little secret game.” I could feel the smirk on his lips as he spoke and dragged a cold finger up my arm and flipped my open air behind my shoulder.

“I missed you too.” I did miss his face. After all this time, it was getting a little blurry, overshadowed by his green eyes that I could never forget. It was important to remember, in this battle of sanity that I was. After being told that the men who had abducted me, might as well be imaginary because there was no trace of them at all.

He brought his face close to my neck and placed his lips there. A burning indent of his smile on my skin. He approved of my response but unfortunately the context that both of us had, was far beyond contrasting. He stayed there against my neck, not breathing, trying to build up his desire before finally he did inhale and leaned against me, wrapping his arms around my body like a prickly vine.

I shivered visibly as I winced at the close proximity, the physical touch that we shared. It was too repulsive for me and yet I stood there and bit my tongue and dug my nails into my palms. I had to go through this now. No other way. No escape. All in.

If this wasn’t enough he started rocking side by side slowly with a quiet and creepy mumble reverberating from his lips. His breaths deeper, strong, like he was inhaling the scent of a beautifully delicious wine. Locked, stored, caged.

I turned around to face him with a smile plastered on my face. Not too eager, not too distant. He needed to believe, and for that my usual scepticism had to exist in my every detail. Deliberately caught by his keen green eyes.

How have you been? Was this something I would have usually asked?

"How has Liza been?" His unwavering smile, hard to read. Was ever easy?

"Ugh the baby has been a nightmare. Why do they need so many things? And all that crying definitely does not brighten up my day." He paused and looked down at my lips. His arms still around me. Bodies touching and breaths mingling.

I did not have much time left.

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