When Memories Turn Weapons

Synopsis

It was three in the morning, and I was running through the rain to deliver the condoms that Charles had asked for. He took them, his cold fingers brushing against my wrist before pulling me into the room. His warm breath brushed my ear as he chuckled. "Can't wait, huh?" Before I could respond, he let go. He said, "I've set up a date for you next Wednesday. Go meet him." I froze. He straightened his cuffs with deliberate calm, saying casually, "I can't keep you stuck here with me forever. "You'll go see him, right?"