Knight

Abducted. Drugged. Broken.


I am plaything, a possession. If I did ever have a name, I don't remember it now. Slaves don't have names.


But then, my new Master rescued me and took me into his care. He protects me from the sadistic madman who is determined to steal me back from him.


Master's touch keeps me sane. His control keeps me grounded in reality. I am utterly devoted to my savior, but his brand of rescue might leave me more broken than ever.


Do I have a hope of finding freedom when he refuses to release my heart? Or is this new form of captivity exactly what I need to survive?