I’ll never forget the night you stole me. The night many would describe as a dream come true; the night I would recount as my worst nightmare. The night I became an object - an object you saw fit as yours for the taking. I still remember the bitter, metallic taste of my blood on my tongue. I still remember the rough texture of your hand as it covered my mouth when I tried to scream for the first time. I still remember the burning feeling my eyes adopted as I sobbed when I realized exactly what happening. I still remember your calm demeanor when I cursed you out and told you people would be looking for me. And I remember your smile when you realized that that was a lie - no one would be looking for me.

I spent so many days hating you. I spent every minute awake thinking of ways I could escape, and spent every minute asleep dreaming of all the ways I could hurt you. I fantasized about who I would call first when I finally escaped - the cops or the press? I pictured the breaking headlines, “World’s Most Famous Man Jailed for Life after Kidnapping Innocent College Student”. That’d be sure to make the Daily Mail.

But things aren’t always what they seem, and something changed. And now, here I am, alive and well to tell the tale. The twisted, insane story of how I fell in love with you.

Notes

// chapter one coming soon //