Owning Him

All my life, I existed in the dark—a hole so deep and rotten I forgot the light even existed. I was dead inside until Valentina Blackwood bid on my suffering and brought me home.

She owns me now. She holds the leash to the beast that lives in the rot, the monster lurking beneath my skin. I don’t want freedom anymore.

I just never expected to spend the rest of my days bleeding to prove I am worthy of her cage. Maybe it isn’t right. Maybe it isn’t healthy. But I am exactly where I want to be.

And if I have to convince her of that? Then so be it.