“I need more.”
She shook her head and said nothing.
“Please,” he said, twisting against his restraints. “I need more.”
“There’s a very fine balance here, you know,” she told him conversationally. “Just a tiny bit too much, one little tiny extra drop and boom!”
She leaned in very close and whispered, so close that her breath tickled his ear.
He tried to hold himself still, but the shaking in his muscles wouldn’t stop.
“Please,” he whispered again, very quietly.
She stood up with a sigh, and crossed the room away from him, her crisp white dress a stark contrast against the dingy confines of his room.
“Please,” he called out again as she opened the door.
She said nothing, leaving him to watch the door swing shut on its single rusted hinge behind her.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: This week the Three Word Wednesday prompts are Hinge, Lethal and Need.)