Kai
Why does this bedroom comfort me?
It shouldn’t.
Enzo is a monster.
He made it even more clear downstairs in his office, when he accused me of fucking Milo. Or willingly giving up his mother’s ring.
He thinks so little of me.
That I would betray him like that.
But I wouldn’t.
I did everything I could to survive.
Something he will never understand.
It’s been over an hour since Enzo dismissed me from his office. And this is where I came—his bedroom. Our bedroom.
The room where he held me captive.
The room where he taught me to sleep in a bed.
The room where I learned to love myself.
The room where he made me come with just his voice.
The room where he fucked me the first time.
The room where I healed.
I hug my legs to me, sitting in the middle of the bed, like this room can somehow fix everything.
It can’t.
Any feelings I had for Enzo vanished.
I feel nothing.
I’m numb.
I’m broken.
I don’t care about the game.
I don’t care about winning.
I just want him to let me go. He can be Black; I don’t want it. I’ve suffered enough.
The door opens, and Enzo steps inside with an eery calm to him.
I watch him with big eyes as he walks to the bed and sits down on his side, leaning back against the frame and stretching his long legs out in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want to play a game.”