I wake up terrified, humiliated, and chained to a wall. The shackles around my wrists mean only one thing. He owns me now. With his dark glares and barked orders, he is dangerous. He is my tormentor, my captor, a threat to my very existence. Not to be toyed with. Even if my frightened mind whispers maybe... Even if I am very curious how such a man came to be. I am still his dark and twisted pet, to cherish or to scorn. And I am starting to love the darkness...