I have no home.
I have no family anymore.
And I am trapped with a psychopath who might skin me alive one of these days.
What to do?
First on my checklist is to win his trust.
If I had his trust, I could gradually put space between us until I could make it out. Get outside where it is crowded and full of people.
How to?
I can't suddenly act sweet or in love. He'll catch on. He is not stupid.
But I can't be me either. It will only make it worse.
I noticed after my heat that his patience ran thinner than a starving Victoria's Secret Angel.
He keeps going outside since morning and stays out until midnight. When he is home, he runs like a rat in the basement.
I can't go there.
Not because it's under lock and key. But-
Thousands upon thousands of omega skin in jars-
Just floating in whatever colorful acid he thought it would make the flower on it pop off more.
It's a graveyard used as decoration.
Yet-
