The Perfect Slave

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~PRESENT~ EZRA A silence spread across the dingy motel room. It was dark outside, the moonlight wasn't strong enough. But the streetlights brought in enough light into the room. Enough for Ezra to noticed Axel had his eyes closed now. He was reeking of alcohol but she didn't mind that. But he had stopped speaking. She didn't get to know what happened next because he had fallen asleep. Ezra reached out to place her hand on his shoulder and slightly shook him to see if she could wake him up. But he didn't wake up and she stopped trying. She turned her face to look out of the window and later, she walked to it because it felt suffocating being near him like that. Was it anger, indifference or guilt? She couldn't tell. She couldn't believe the things he had said but she couldn't deny i

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