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It felt like we were in this dance, one that was controlled by just his presence, his tenacity, his vigor.

“You will.” Holding out his hand for me to take, I stayed still.

I wasn't sure what to think. I didn't know if I should fear him or trust him. Every bone in my body felt like jelly as my brain swirled trying to figure him out.

My muscles moved before my mind told them to, placing my hand into his. Curling his fingers around mine, he pulled me away from the wall, lowering his mouth to my ear.

“Now dance,” he said, his breath flowing over the shell of my ear, making goosebumps jump across my skin. Leading me along, he guided me towards the stage and jerked his head. “Dance for me, my flower.”

And just like that, as if ownership had transferred with just a few words.

My body did as it was told.

His voice the puppeteer to my strings.

I became his.