He wants to break me and make me his. He treats me like his plaything, but I suspect I mean more to him than idle amusement. The monster needs me.
What's truly terrifying is that I'm coming to need him. He sets my body on fire, and I crave his touch.
When trapped in the dark, the blacker shades of lust can be confused with love.
©2014 Julia Sykes (P)2016 Insatiable Press