His Shadow

She sees everyone's future. Until him. I can see it all—the winning horse, the lucky slot, the doomed man walking. One touch and visions flood my mind, showing me futures I never asked to know. My handler spent everything to own me. I'm his meal ticket, his empire, his obsession. And he'll work me to death before he lets me go. Every vision costs me. Migraines that split my skull. Nosebleeds that won't stop. My body breaking down, piece by piece, while he grows richer and I grow weaker. Recovery takes days. Days I don't have. Then I touch him. No vision. No pain. Just...clarity. My mind sharpens. My body heals. For the first time in my life, someone makes the agony stop. My handler notices immediately. He pays the stranger to stay close, to speed my recovery so he can use me again. And again. The man who brings me peace becomes the reason I can't escape. Because when he's near, I heal faster—and my master pushes me harder. I should hate him for it. For being my prison and my relief all at once. But the longer he stays, the more I see something my visions never showed me—a man who didn't know what he'd agreed to. A man who's starting to care. A man who might be the only one capable of setting me free. Some shadows were meant to stay hidden. Some futures were never meant to be seen.