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...