How could I trust him I should have known that this guy who is apparently my husband has nothing to do with me all he wants is a pleasure. After today I felt as if I saw the actual Manav but how can I ever be right. I could I distrust my choice in men. A person who is born to be wrecked how can she believe that for once she could be loved.
I start to cry still my hands and legs bound together by rope and my eyes blindfold. It’s been half an hour since he put me in the car I believe and we have been driving because of horns I envision.
“cry, cry you deserve it”, he comments chuckling and I thought he cared for me. asshole. no, I need to fight I can’t let him win I won’t let my heart win over my long-bottled self-esteem. Manav has continuously steadied me so that I don’t try to open up.
