"you cant escape me" his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. he stroked my hair gently, brushing out the tangles that had built up.
"you will forget about him" he then moved his hand from my hair to my face, caressing it as if i was fragile glass, and any hard force could break me.
he suddenly stopped, as if in thought. "he's dead. gone. and he will never come back."
i felt cold tears spill from my eyes. days of silence, darkness, and loneliness and i just now decided to let the tears that had built up inside me go. he was right, he will never come back.
"do you understand?" he asked, almost tauntingly.
"yes, i do"
he moved to the door, then turned around, his face littered with satisfaction.
"good"
