Dante

I’d never thought she’d want to be here. She never really looked at me — just right through, as though I were the prison wall and she’d been counting the cracks. Her silence, her compliance, her newfound obedience... she had been acting it the whole time. And I had let her act. But then tonight … she took off the mask. And splashed the truth right in my face.

How dare she! She was mine. I bought her. I saved her. I gave her safety, position—purpose. And she bit the hand that ...