Chapter 37: Amalea

Bacon? Does he really think he can buy my forgiveness with bacon? He didn’t even stick around to apologize in person, just crept in, left food, and crawled away like the coward he is. I sit up in bed, eying the plate on the bedside table. That bacon does look perfectly cooked, though.

I grab a piece, hop off the bed, and wander over to the window, staring off into the empty yard below, suddenly realizing I’m looking to see if he’s out there. Why am I looking for him? Why do I expect him to apologize at all, to be sorry? I’m his possession, a pet he plays with when he’s bored. He doesn’t care about me. Fuck, the bacon probably is just to make sure my iron levels stay up, so his meals keep coming.

I made a fool of myself last night, and he set me up to do it. He knew all along what his venom was doing to me, making me care about him, want him. I mean at least the men who visited me in cell six had the balls to be honest about their intentions.

What Darius has done is worse. He made me w