Chapter Ninety Four
“How did you get out of there? It’s impossible…”
He placed a finger over my lips. “No questions; I can’t answer them now.” He said and then rose to his feet.
“Where are you going?”
He picked up the tray of food; I hadn’t even noticed it, even if the scent filled the room; all my attention had been on him. My mouth watered instantly. “You remember the first time I snuck in some food for you?” he asked.
“I’ll never forget.‘
He passed me the tray, and I accepted it with shaky hands. emptied the bottle of water before emptying the plate of food. When I was done, I looked up to see he was watching me.
His eyes trailed down my body, taking in the bruises, and I couldn’t help but try to hide them. I looked my worst, and I wonder if it irritated him.
“Sorry I wasn’t here to protect you from that.” He said it, and I knew what he was referring to.
“I deserve it.”
“No, you don’t,” he said, taking a seat beside me on the bed. “If there’s a way to get you out of here, forever, would you take it?”
I stared at him, trying to read him, but he was impossible to read. “I will do anything to leave this place, anything.
“Anything?” he asked, and I nodded.
“What if I ask you to be the person that you hate the most, would you also do that?”
“I’ll like that very much.” I said, unable to stop crying. He wiped away my tears.
“I don’t wish to leave either. But I have to; I need to get things ready.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I inquired, and he nodded. This had been a question on my mind for days. “When we were at your place and you… did all those things, why didn‘ you… why did you go further…”
“You are asking why I kept my cock to myself?” he said bluntly, and I turned red. “I will take your virginity, but it wasn’t yet the right time.”
If it was possible, I would be even redder. “I need to leave now.” He said, and only then did I wonder how he managed to get in; a soldier was by the door, and the window was way too tiny. “Close your eyes.” He said. I didn’t want to, but yet I did; I closed my eyes. “Well? Can I open it now?” I asked, but there was no response. I opened my eyes, and I was completely alone. He was gone; so was the tray and every other sign that indicated he had just been here.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Could it have been a dream?
No. It wasn’t. It was no dream. It was all real.
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