This is my true story of being bound to him. He controlled me from within. My mind... was his. He was never going to stop until I belonged to him fully. The fantasies, the dreams, they just wouldn't stop. He... wouldn't stop. If you don't believe this is a true story, I understand… because I've been the main character for a long time before I believed my own story was real. Things that I thought were only from books and movies… they were happening to me. And trust me, he was an angel when I met him… like everything you ever wanted... the only thing I questioned about him was why I burned for him so much? Why did I crave him like I had been starving all my life? Why did I want to lose my virginity the second he touched me? I just thought that's what love by a dominant felt like. It all started with one simple handshake. Had I only known that I was his the moment our fingers met?