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Vanessa

I sat at the easel in Bones’s place and stared at the blank canvas I struggled to decide what to paint My artistic inspiration seemed to have disappeared from my body After that conversation with Bones in my kitchen, I felt dead inside

The fight within me disappeared

I felt hopeless, like there was nothing I could do to control my own destiny

Bones really did own me

I took that gun fro Bones wouldn’t suspect it I wrapped it up in a sweater in s But he was a trained assassin, so of course, he predicted exactly what I would do

How could I fight my way out of this?

I laid my cards on the table, and he knew I didn’t have a decent hand Now he knew I didn’t want to kill him, and when it cath to pull the trigger

But he didn’t kill me either

Maybe ere in the same boat

But he see hi as I continued to be the woman in his bed, he would leave my family alone It was the only defense I had to protect le night when they went to sleep

It was a small sacrifice to make

But what happened when Bones got bored with ht his attention?

I’d be screwed then

When my brush didn’t touch the paint or the canvas, I kneastingThe last piece I’d ly beautiful, and it seey away

I finally gave up and set my tools aside

I didn’t want to be there anymore

I just wanted to be alone, to clear h

I walked down the hallway and found Bones sitting at his desk in his office He had awith a silver pistol He held a blade in his hand, and he was spinning it around his fingertips as he considered the map in front of him

I tapped ainst the doorframe before I walked in

He kept circling the blade around his fingertips as his gaze lifted up to lass of scotch was on the desk, and he was shirtless despite the winter temperatures outside theBlack ink covered hi patches of tanned skin in certain areas No one inone myself, but when I looked at his beautiful body covered in art, I found it appealing