The Good Girl
“I couldn’t believe he tied me up to force feed me toast. What kind of fucked up kidnapper was he? He wouldn’t talk to me or let me go, but he made sure I was fed and my body was taken care of? I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Why not just kill me – get it over with?I would be more comfortable with it all if he started cutting off my limbs. At least I would know exactly what he wanted from me. Instead he was hot and cold - caring and callous - and I couldn’t really get a read on him or a grip on the fucking situation. I was scared of him one minute and certain I could overpower him in the next; maybe not physically, but mentally. It was clear his demons were much bigger than mine, if that was at all possible.Rubbing my wrists, I padded barefoot into the bathroom and ran some cool water over them. I rinsed my mouth with some mouthwash I found and it fucking stung where my teeth had cut my tongue. The taste of blood was making my stomach turn again. Fucking asshole.Finally returning to... the bedroom, I paced back and forth in front of the door.MoreLess
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