Control

I wake up terrified, humiliated, and chained to a wall.


The shackles around my wrists mean only one thing.


He owns me now. With his dark glares and barked orders, he is dangerous.


He is my tormentor, my captor, a threat to my very existence. Not to be toyed with.


Even if my frightened mind whispers maybe…


Even if I am very curious how such a man came to be.


I am still his dark and twisted pet, to cherish or to scorn.


And I am starting to love the darkness...