Gold

I am disgusted with him. That’s all I have to feel. I am not angry because anger is too hollow. Anger, it’s just an in denial term of sadness, and he doesn't deserve that.

”This is where I live, and you’ll be living here from now on.” he said.

His tone is conversational and almost casual. I didn’t even look at him when he spoke to me. I just felt his stares at me, like he’s estimating my every movement and reaction. And just when I knew he wanted that from me I remained silent and stoned.

I roamed my eyes in every corner that I see. Wealth. That’s what this place is screaming about. The large glass walls give a view of the well-lighted city. Most of the furniture is in the shade of black, gray and any other dark tones. Even the high class looking flooring can’t be seen with any hint of dust and dirt. 

I can’t help but to be amazed. For years that men had been paying me for them to us