I feel insecure and frightened about the future. My peace of mind and contentment he helped nurture have gone.

I lost all of that in one drunken haze that ended with very wild sex, and lots of it, judging by the mess of lube and champagne all over the sheets when I went looking for my bracelet.

I woke up shackled. Contained, entrapping me for life. A name on a piece of paper binding me to my master.

I push that aside, knowing I’m being irrational, and I need to let this ...