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Sara
The first two weeks are the toughest. I cry almost every day, my anger and despair so intense I want to yell and throw things. But I don’t. Instead, I walk around Peter on eggshells, determined to avoid further punishment—and to make sure my captor lets me keep in contact with my parents.
I still don’t understand what happened that night, how that blowjob broke me so completely. s*x with Peter has always had an element of darkness, but I thought that I could handle it, that I was used to the rollercoaster of fear, shame, and need. But that night was something different, something more perverse… something that cracked me open and twisted me up inside.
That night, I danced with Peter’s inner monster, and in the process, discovered one in me.
He hasn’t touched me like that since,
