Eve
Tomorrow was the day, and every waking thought was on what the dreaded meeting would bring. My mind flipped through all the possible manipulation tactics they would use to sway me back into their clutches.
As we lay in bed together, his arms wrapped around my waist, my head resting in the crook of his arm, sleep refused to find me. I tried to calm myself by listening to his steady heartbeat, but each time I closed my eyes, I could see their faces.
My damnation gleamed in their gazes.
My curse—the one they had branded onto my soul since the day of that fateful birthday—would be their weapon, sharpened by years of torment, of whispers in the dark, of the cold chains that once bound me.
I could already hear their voices.
Their justifications.
Their lies.
"We did this for your own good."
"We tried to save you from yourself."
"You belong with us. You always have. You always will."
