One cabin. One bed. Miles from anyone who’d care if she screamed.
Claire thinks she’s tough. But she’s not. She’s soft. Spoiled. Staring at me with eyes that don’t know what they’re begging for. The storm hits. Water rises. We’re trapped.
I warn her to keep her distance. She moves closer. I snap. Show her what happens when little girls test men like me. She doesn’t run. She begs. I told her I’m not safe. Now she believes me.
Some lessons you can’t unlearn.
