If she could just look away, she knew she could get out of here. Bolt for the door. Run until she was outside. Find someone to help her. Get out of here. Wherever ‘here’ was.
If she could just look away, she knew she could think straight again. Get the burning blue of his eyes out of her mind. Get her thoughts back, her willpower, her agency. She could snap out of this trance.
if she could just look away, she knew she could remember the things that were fading. How he’d gotten her here. Who he was. Who she was. Her name. Something. Anything.
If she could just look away, she knew she’d stop spinning down into this pit of obedience and lust. She’d stop wanting this, stop enjoying the feeling of everything sinking away from her, stop feeling her body tingle with anticipation as she imagined how far she’d fall for him.
If she could just look away.