lena
They didn’t touch me for the next two days. No words. No orders. Nothing.
I thought I’d be relieved. That I’d finally have space to breathe. But all I felt was the ache of their silence. Of their absence. Of withdrawal. And that terrified me more than they did. Every time I heard footsteps that didn’t stop at my door, I felt abandoned. I hated that I missed them. That my body missed them. I wore the shirt Lucian had given me on my first night, holding onto it like it meant something.
Then he finally showed up. I was curled on the bed, my knees drawn to my chest.
“You’ve been good,” he said, stepping inside.
I didn’t answer. I just looked up at him.
He smirked, walking toward me slowly. “And good girls get rewards.”
I sat up a little. “W-what kind of reward?” My voice was coarse
