Kacie

My skin is crawling and I have to force one foot in front of the other.

We reach the door to the room and I think I can feel a panic attack making its way up.

“Make sure the witch doesn’t leave,” Ken orders his men and then pushes me into the room. He locks the door behind himself and takes off his jacket, followed by his shirt.

I watch for a minute, nervous, frozen. How many times have I been alone with ken and hated every minute of every second I spent with him? How relieved was ...