The eyes are more exact witness than the ears. -Heraclituc
I pick up the hairbrush and run it through my hair. Once the tangles are gone, I turn on the hairdryer. The warm air feels good against my scalp. My thoughts are racing. Think Danny, you have to think. I know I have to come up with a plan. If I listen and obey his orders, perhaps, he'll let his guard down.
Okay, what do I know so far? Well, I know he's a sick sadistic son of a b***h with a set of warped rules.
There's something I'm missing. Something I'm not seeing.
Think harder, you've had anthropology classes. This isn't about s*x; it's about power and control. Submission is one of the tools people like him employ for dominance. I have to make him think he's broken me and that I will be subordinate. It's the only way to play
