I loved him once. But I can't anymore. We're living together, playing out all my fantasies. I love every second of his touch and the trust that comes with it. I don't want to say no, I'm not supposed to. He owns me. And it feels so good when he does. But what about her?
I relish in control. Of my life, my money, my bed. Only when Violet is in it am I truly content. But things are changing, I can feel it. She's falling apart. Breaking. But what I don't understand is, why?