Olivia Ryann

His voice is low and smooth as silk. “You are quite a reactive little thing, aren’t you?”

doing any work.

No one that I can beg for help, but also no one to hide from, either.

I find a staircase

heartbeat sounds thunderous in my own ears.

Ka-thump.

My muscles are moving me forward, but my arms and legs protest with every step.

Ka-thump.

My mind races, trying