The ski mask concealing my face is making me sweat. My hair clings to my forehead uncomfortably and I’m itching to remove this f*****g thing.
But I can’t let him know it’s me.
The stupid f**k is walking around his quarters like he didn’t hurt what was mine. Like he didn’t cross a line today. But I’m about to show him what happens to those who think they have that power.
The sun was setting, and soon, I’d move in to teach him a little lesson.
She’s officially moved into the confines of my mind, and I can’t get her out. Her f*****g scent is ingrained in my brain. It won’t leave. She won’t leave. And it’s getting harder to keep my temper under wraps.
I want to lock her away and keep her for myself. This f****d up mission that we’re on is going to test our ability to compartmentalize
