37 - Captor and Captive

37 - Captor and Captive

Summer

Before I got my hair done, I was stopped outside the Moore Beauty building by a man. An old man with white hair and an unkempt beard and clothes. His teeth were yellow as he asked me if I knew Damon.

“What do you want?” I crossed my arms, staring him down. He didn’t know I knew him, but I did. The only similarity between him and Damon were their gray eyes.

He chuckled, its sound hoarse and empty. “Then you also know that he’s a piece of shit, girl.”

I stayed quiet, wanting him to continue, and he did, thinking I was dumb enough to listen to him. “You should be with someone better. Heck,” he whistled, looking me up and down, and I knew the guard by the building was getting suspicious. “You should come with me and sign with us. We are a