Chapter 19 Brielle
Fuck You, Silent Child
All I can hear is the haunting click of the lock.
The man begins slowly stalking toward me, a devious grin from ear to ear. His once slicked-black hair became disheveled as he shoved me into the room, the thin mustache partnered with his devious grin producing the disturbing vision of a madman.
I look around the room to see if there are any items I could use as a weapon.
“Oh, darlin’, we are only going to have a good time. Don’t look so grim,” he states, swiping his bottom lip with one thumb.
The room doesn’t have much to it—a bed, bedside tables, a small lamp and a lounge chair in the corner.
“Don’t come near me. I don’t want this,” I boldly state, mustering as much confidence within my soul as I can to confront this man.
“Oh, but you do. Every woman does. Plus, it is what you are paid to do, so I will do whatever I want with you .”