Literature
Held (G/t) pt.1
He was back. I could feel his stare piercing through me, even as I was faced the other way, making my heart bang wildly against my ribcage and my eyes gloss over with fear. And even though we had the thick, fogged glass of my prison walls separating us, it still felt as though I was trapped by him.
Well, technically I was.
A large, glass tank, sealed from all sides was not exactly my definition of home. It reminded me of a fish tank. That’s all we were in this dimension: mindless pet fish, made to be kept, to be owned. The thought made my stomach churn.
I could've never expected this to hap