122. I was your friend

Erica

Today, I woke up with a shadow over my head. It was the beginning of a nightmare. I had felt like there was a presence beside me with a dark mask to hide his face and it was looming over me waiting for a perfect time to hurt me.

But then, Antonio’s sleep roughened voice had broken into my slumber and I had jerked awake, narrowly missing the tight grasp of the darkness. And when Antonio had asked me if I had a nightmare, I had kissed him so I wouldn’t have to answer him. He becomes an irritating arsehole when I don’t answer his probing questions. Talk about relationship boundaries between a captor and his captive. I mean it’s not like we have any kind of real feelings for each other, we fûcked just because we were insanely attracted to each other and he gave me what I wanted. It’s not like we have a real relationship where we will share feelings which will lead us to talk about our past traumas and share our fears. Gah. Impossible.

But it sure prompted me to ask questions about h