Taken. Broken. Captive. There was a small amount of safety within the walls of my cell. Not anymore. Now my body is broken and bruised. And he’s not here to comfort me. I ache for him. His face dominates my dreams. His body dominates my desire. Then he offers himself to me. But I do not love him. I cannot love him. To do so would risk my chance to escape . . .
Taken. Broken. Captive. There was a small amount of safety within the walls of my cell. Not anymore. Now my body is broken and bruised. And he’s not here to comfort me. I ache for him. His face dominates my dreams. His body dominates my desire. Then he offers himself to me. But I do not love him. I cannot love him. To do so would risk my chance to escape . . .