Chapter 4 The Keyhole
FOUR
THE KEYHOLE
You crossed the threshold, dripping excitement and rain, pretending you’re not afraid.
Now you pace your new cage. You caress the velvet curtains like they’re the hairs on my chest, test the locks as if they might offer you protection.
Foolish girl. There will be no barriers between you and I. No escape.
You peel off your clothes, trembling with desire, shivering with need. Don’t you know satisfaction is mere inches away?
Crawl beneath the covers, my little pet. They offer no sanctuary. Close your eyes, I’ll still be there.
Your fear is exquisite. It lingers in the corners, seeps into the floorboards, rises from your skin in delectable waves.
Pretend you’re alone. Pretend you’re safe. This is only the beginning.
Sleep, Annalisa. I’ll be watching through the keyhole. Always.