#Chapter368
I can’t stop this overwhelming desire to just run. Fast as I can, as far as I can. From him. From my gilded cage, locks and chains, straps and crosses, and little dark rooms where objects are made to sleep so they know their place.
I close my eyes and force Rick out of my head, sickened at his sudden appearance and do my best to shake it away. Bile rising as his smarmy cruel grin bites at me inside my skull. Laughing at me for coming full circle, taunting me for being too weak to evade this.
He’s not Rick. He’s not going to hurt me.
I resist the urge to force my knuckles against my temples to drive him out, squeezing my eyes shut for a second to cull the movie in my head.
