Chapter 21

The Sadness Bubble

(Anna)

I’m back in the cage, it smells like I remember it, like death, S*x and sweat have forever stained the

walls around me. The women in the other cages are all silent. It was never silent here. I listen hard for

the noise of S*x and chatter above me. There is nothing. I notice a tall figure standing in the dark just

out of reach of my cage. I sniff but I can’t smell anything. I try to shout out but only silence leaves my

mouth.

“Little wolf, little wolf, let me in.” a voice sounds from the figure before me. As my eyes adjust, I can sort

of make out that it’s a male. I still can’t make a sound.

“I’ll pry, I’ll pull, and I’ll stretch your legs around me” I don’t like this person, whoever they are they’re

not friendly to me. I look around and the women have all disappeared. I’m no longer in my cage, I’m

spread eagle on a bed, tied down by ropes that are cutting into my skin. I’m surrounded by silky red

satin. I know this room: I fell asleep in this room. Blood runs down my arms as the rope cuts into my

wrists,

“Little wolf, little wolf. Let. Me. In,” I turn to the voice and before me stands Fraction. Except it’s not, his

hair is a mess, his beard is gone, no more are the chiselled abs I’ve come to enjoy looking at, in their

place is a beer belly. His once adoring green eyes are yellow and filled with rage. “Let. Me. In.” With

each word he gets closer and closer.

I volt out of the bed covered in sweat, Fraction’s shirt is sticking to me. My hair is soaked. I can’t catch

my breath.

“Anna, what happened?” Fraction is up and in front of me in no time at

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all. I back away from his confused look, he holds his hands up in a display that tells me he means no

harm. I dash for the ensuite bathroom and lock the door behind me. “Anna, open the door!” Fraction is

pounding on the bathroom door.

“I just need…I just need a minute.” I call to him.

I strip and step into the shower, turning it on. I let the cold water punish my skin. Goddess. that was a

bad one. It’s been one week since I woke up in Fraction’s bed. Each night he has fallen asleep in the

chair next to the bed and each night I have awoken covered in sweat and panicked from a nightmare.

Sometimes it’s my father, other times it’s John, this is the first time it’s been Fraction though. I sit on the

floor of the shower and sob. I’m scared all the time, even when I’m

alone I fear I’m not..