Behind Closed Doors

by B.A. Paris

The bubbles dance in my mouth and I feel a sudden flash of happiness, which I try to hang on to. But it disappears as quickly as it came.

Gallantry tends to fly out of the window once familiarity and babies install themselves in a relationship.

The worst thing about these small forays into normality was the hope they gave me, because in public Jack reverted to the man I had fallen in love with.

The thought that he was going to turn my imprisonment into some sort of psychological game made my blood run cold.

As he closes it behind me, I can’t help thinking it’s a shame he’s such a sadistic bastard, because he has wonderful manners.

‘Yes, you understand.’ Millie is adamant. ‘It simple, Grace. We kill Jorj Koony.’

In her mind, where the line between fact and fiction is often blurred, murder is simply a solution to a problem.