“How do you feel now that you are divulging these secrets?” Derek said.
“I feel raw, exposed and open,” she said.
“Do you have any regrets at this point in the story?” he said.
“Yes. I was naïve. I took his word for truth, about the dominant having all the power, and a submissive being unable to have a say. I didn’t realize that the definitions he gave me, of the stages of b**m – were twisted and perverted – to meet his needs. He had the perfect candidate in front of him, to mold into his own personal slave – so of course, he used me – and I let it happen. I ran away from one horrible man, just to end up in the arms of another.”
“Sara. You were eighteen. You lost your mother. Your stepfather was abusive. Your counselor took you into his bed and offered you a way out. It is safe to
