I hated Matthew.
It didn't matter what I could do moderately well; I hated it and that wasn't going to change overnight. I had molded myself to the fact that I had to deal with the struggle for my freedom, one in which I had to strip myself of all the moral precepts that made me a conscientious and responsible human being.
Well, you could say that in order to be free, I had to be responsible for putting the well-being of my family above all else. Even with my integrity, I had to send my conscience straight into the last abyss of hell in order to pretend to be a person that I was not.
Which was terrible.
Still, I thought I was succeeding, and I was excited about accomplishing my goal, but my captor was a much smarter man than I anticipated. He had played on the fact that I was trying to
