Smiling, he is.
I’d expect as much
From such an unruly specimen.

His devilish grin seeps into my very soul.
I fight his words.
He can’t make me do his bidding.

I retreat to the room
Where they all will go soon
And I sit in the awful chair.

The chair lined with instruments
Obviously for his use
On me.

I squirm inside.
Why now?
Who will blame me for walking out of here?

I can’t handle it.
I sit up.
I bolt.

“Carly, come here.
“Now.”
He calls to me.

“We don’t want you running away, do we?”
I feel his gaze
Burning into my back.

I choose my words carefully.
“No. We don’t.”
I hate this man.

All I have to do
For him
Is open wide.