Chapter 38 - chapter 38

He remains looking at me. fingers are still wrapped in my wrist and that is what age is by most. I had the feeling that his contact brings. I hate how good it feels. I shouldn't be feeling this. not for a man that had been playing with my feelings just so he could win in this sinister game of his. there were much more better things I could do. I needed to go home and cry my brains out. but not here. not where he could see me. not when everyone's eyes were solely fixed on me.