Kimberly
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls as Kendrick loomed over me. His voice was calm but commanding, reminding me once again of the power he held over my life, over me.
“You’re mine,” he said, his words firm as he reached out to touch me. “Never forget that, Kimberly. You belong to me, and no one else will ever have you.”
I didn’t flinch outwardly, but my heart clenched at his words. They felt like chains being fastened tighter around my soul. I closed my eyes as he drew closer, my body stiff and unresponsive, though I knew it wouldn’t matter. My compliance—or lack thereof—meant nothing to him in moments like these.
It was always the same. Whenever Kendrick was furious, frustrated, or simply reminded of his dominance, he used me
