I don’t know what to think of this one. It’s a bit too vague for my liking, but please tell me what you think! I really appreciate any kind of feedback.

When I wake, my head is spinning. My face is slick with sweat, stubble growing on my cheeks and my throat more parched than it’s been in years. A small stinging sensation shoots through my wrists. Instinctively, I attempt to pull them up, wanting to see what caused me the pain, only to find my hands tied. So this was a kidnapping, great. I test the restraints on my legs, only to find them impenetrable.

Once my vision clears slightly, I survey the room. Bland, a simple bedroom. Wooden floor, bland, white walls, a simple bed huddled in the corner and a crooked chair across from where I am tied up.

So, drugged and taken. Or… drunk? That explains the lack of recollection from the night before. Drunk it is, then.

I test my voice, “Hello? Gonna show yourself?” My words are hoarse, slurred and lazy, but overall intelligible. No response. I strain my ears. Then, footsteps. Faint ones. My eyes lock on the wooden door to my right. The door knob twists, and in comes a woman. She’s tall, lean, dark hair, pale skin and bright eyes. My eyes narrow. My least favourite person on Earth…

“Enara. Nice of you to drop by.” I say, the fatigue hidden behind a façade of confidence and indifference.

Enara steps forward, standing directly in front of me. She cocks her head to the side, crouching down, placing her hands on her knees as if speaking to a toddler. Condescendingly, she speaks, “Ah, Vix, how’s the headache?”

So she knew about last night. I couldn’t have been that drunk, as my hangover isnt particularly bad right now. “Not bad, thanks for asking.” Enara doesn’t miss the pure hatred hidden beneath my casual words. She doesn’t respond, so I continue, “Isnt it cruel to be taking a man in such a weak state?”

“Cruel? No. It’s safe.” Her eyes flash dangerously, but my gaze doesn’t waver, I remain unperturbed. “You can call me a coward all you want, but cowardice is sometimes better than dying.”

“I always thought you were one.”

“Look at you, calling me spineless behind my back.” She speaks like she’s praising me and it makes my skin crawl.

I drag my gaze across her face. She is attractive, yes, but she’s dangerous, it’s clear by simply glancing at her. I look at her and it’s hard to believe that she was my past lover. She was kind back then, caring, her personality shone through all the walls I so carefully built up. When I found out that I was just another pawn in her game, just another one of those men that she has five of every week, I snapped. Thats when I found out that she only looks out for herself, for power. I stacked my walls back into place, I drank away my sorrows, and, now she’s stood in front of me. All I can guess is that it’s out of spite.

“Well, out with it.” I say, “What do you want with me?”

“Nothing in particular. You just happened to be vulnerable when I stumbled upon you, so I just decided to drag you back to my place.” Her voice drops a bit lower, “I’ll decide later.”

“You’re a sick bastard.”

“And you’re a half-witted drunk.”

Even from my enemy, her words still stung. I swallow a sharp response and look at the ground, biting the inside of my mouth. After a long silence, I speak, my voice breaking ever so slightly, “So it’s all just a game, is it? Everyone are just the chess pieces.”

Enara smirks, “Thats right. I play well enough to be able to control the entire board.” She pauses, “but you are mistaken if you think you’re a pawn. Oh, no, no, no. YYou’re the king, leverage, you might say, and I intend to use you just like that.”