My head stops dead, and every fear I have ever had about being someone’s possession, their belonging, their servant, runs through me at a searing level of terror as that paper of ownership swims before my eyes painfully.

I was Rick’s; I was his prisoner. I was my mother’s, legally hers, to do as she pleased. Now, this … tied to Alexi, a man who destroyed me, and irrational as it is, with no real apparent reason to feel so terrified, I am. I know how owning something negates ...