VALORIA WILDEROSE
"L–Let me go." I push against his chest, barely budging him an inch.
He laughs in my face, ignoring my obvious panic but eventually pulling his face away from mine.
"And why would I miss out on the perfect opportunity to watch your agony up close?" he questions, mocking the logic in my plea.
I reach for the door again, only to remember it's locked—not by key, obviously. I'm trapped here, whether I like it or not.
"That was a very interesting dinner, wasn't it?" he starts off the conversation I've been dreading so much.
One of the reasons I didn't want to admit why I stayed away. I didn't want to face him — or know what he thought about it.
"Stop."
"You have a very interesting family, with very intriguing personalities," he prods further, ignoring my words.
"P–Please stop," I plead, feeling the walls around me closing in, reliving that moment again in the most torturous way possible—from his perspective.
"And your shifting—"
