Hearing Zak come into the lounge, I look over and smile. But the smile doesn't reach his face, he simply sits opposite me, looking at me intently, causing my mind to start firing questions about what was happening.

"Is this because I made your bed?"

Great, great start there Delilah. Brilliant..

"I- No." He sighs.

"Do you want me to leave? I can leave." I speak mostly in order to convince myself, although some reassurance would be good..

"You're staying here. I want to talk."

I fold my hands together and wait patiently.

"Who are you Delilah?"

I frown and sit back slightly "What's the suppose to mean?"

"It means exactly what it sounds like, who are you? Who is the real Delilah?"

Scoffing, I lift my hands out to gesture to myself "You're kinda looking at her."

He eyes me carefully "No.."

"No?"

"No."

Seeing the look on his face, my heart begins to pick up speed, wondering what he knew about me, what has been said and by who. My circle was a tight knit one, nobody would have dared breathe a word... Would they?

"I really don't get what you're on about. You know me." I speak looking away from him hoping my acting would be enough, but I've never been that lucky and this man was a bloodhound.

"You're hiding something."

"You're paranoid." I throw back.

"And you're missing your necklace." He retorts.

The sentence plays over in my mind before my hand slams against my chest as the colour drains from my face.

It's gone.

It's gone!

No! No! No!

I claw at my neck, praying that by some slice of a miracle it's there, but it definitely isn't.

"It's in the bedroom." He states, leaving me to climb over the couch and run to his room to collect it.

As I fling myself into his room, I look at all the surfaces but find no chain, leaving me to scour the floor. Desperation tears me apart and I instantly drop to my knees and look under the bed when I hear a drawn out whistle. I look up to see Zak retrieving it from his pocket.

"Must mean a lot for you to act like that." He speaks as I rise to my feet.

I hold out my hand "Can I have it back please?"

"No." He refuses making my desperation peak.

"B-but it's mine!" I argue.

"I'm going to hold onto it." He states drawing it up into his fist, causing me to clench my teeth until the pain screams in my mind to stop.

I can feel my body quake at the idea. How it burns my skin to think that it's there, dangled in front of me like some toy. But he doesn't understand. It's not a toy, it's all I have...

"Zak please." I urge.

"No. I'm keeping it."

My eyes widen "Keeping hold of it, or keeping it?!"

"I haven't made up my mind."

"But it's mine!"

"I know." He shrugs and walks always.

I'm left stood in his bedroom, mouth agape at what was happening. It was mine.. My necklace, my key. Mine. He had no right to do this!

Storming out the bedroom, I find the hallway and lounge empty. But it takes me seconds to find him stood in the kitchen smirking.

"Give it to me. Now." I demand.

"That's no way to talk.... Now." He bends slightly and flicks a switch, causing the garbage disposal to whirl loudly.

"You wouldn't."

He lifts the chain above it making me move slower, but he cocks his head "Now, we are going to talk because you're playing a game.. I don't like games. At. All."

Don't cry. He won't do this..

If he does then it's going to be ruined.

"Zak please." I whisper, the sound I make is almost inaudible, but he hears.

"I'll ask. You tell me. Okay?"

"Everyone has secrets! Why do I have to share anything?! Please just give me the chain and key back and I'll go. I'm sorry for earlier. But please Zak.. please don't drop it, because I will stick my hand in there after it. Working or not."

He looks at the key and back to me. "Who's M?"

I keep my mouth closed.

"Why is this so important?"

Nothing.

I yell out when the key drops to a lower length making Zak stand his ground.

"That's all I have left of the chain... Don't test me Delilah."

Biting the inside of my cheek, I look at the key. The only thing I have left in this god forsaken earth.

"Zak.. Please don't." I plead, not caring how the tears well in my eyes.

"Not an answer."

The chain drops, only he had called my bluff and as it came go a stop, I had already screamed out one answer.

"It's your dads?" He asks.

I nod quickly looking between him and the key. "It's all I have left. Zak I beg you. I'll do anything. Anything."

"And if I asked you to take off your clothes and let me fuck you?"

My hands went to my belt instantly making him frown "Stop! I was just testing you. Jesus, this is really important to you, isn't it?" He asks.

"Yes."

He flicks the disposal off and places the key into his palm before holding it out for me.

I move slowly to see if he will pull it away, but when he doesn't move, I seize the opportunity and grab it.

And that's how I end up kneeing my boss in the crotch, making him double over and fall to the floor in pain.

Just as Bacon walks in...

Do you think Delilah's actions were justified?

Did Zak overstep a line by forcing her hand like that? Making her expose a part of herself?