My instinct was to bolt.
Every loud noise alarmed me.
The drill brayed and I kicked involuntarily.
‘Woah, there,’ he said softly.
He tried to soothe me
but I knew he wasn’t afraid to hurt me.
He was in control,
and I had no choice but to submit.
This piece was published in CityLit’s ‘Between the Lines’ anthology, and printed on the elevator doors.