I breathe out a sigh, but it’s not one of relief. There is no telling when he’ll be back, and I fear he’ll want to pick up where he left off. Though I know I’m never getting out of here, part of me wants to resist until I can’t.

The other part of me screams to give in. Maybe things will be better if I do. But I can’t shake the one side of me that wants to fight this for as long as I can.

He wants me, yet he won’t tell me the truth.

And I know wanting me, and claiming me, is more ...