Chapter Eighteen
I couldn't get David out of my mind. If I was honest with myself, I think I was harboring some weird twisted Stockholm Syndrome with my master, although my fate was entirely mine; I simply had to stop showing up for it all to stop. The truth was that I loved being controlled by him, and sometimes I thought I might be in love with him.
My attraction to David made me want it to be him, to give myself a perverse justification for my actions. Now that it wasn't, I was left with feelings for three different men, and that made me feel like a dime store hooker.
Gary fulfilled all my emotional needs, and I really, truly loved him, despite my horrible betrayal of his trust and my faithfulness. My captor brought out some secret deviant part of me, and somehow made it OK for me to
