Greyson
I stared at her picture. Still naked but no longer tied to the chair, Cecilia was faltering.
I sensed it.
That feeling ate away at my gut, churning the coffee.
There was no explanation for the connection I felt to a woman I didn’t know. Yet as I stared at this new picture, I saw more than the surface. It wasn’t her beautiful face, her body, or even the newspaper that had my attention, my laser focus; it was her eyes.
The newspaper showed this morning’s date, less than twenty-four hours since the last posting. Something had happened in that period of time, something to lessen her fight, dim her light, and extinguish her flame.
Fuck.
My thoughts wrestled with the unthinkable.
I could buy her and keep her.
I had the money.
But then what?