13: Rissa.

This time when I wake up, I remember exactly where I am. Preston's scent is all around me, and I think it might be imprinted onto my skin at this point. It's still hard to believe what we did after he kidnapped me.

Am I still a virgin? He hadn't gotten himself all the way inside of me, but there was still a sharp pain at one point. It was gone as soon as it was there because it was hard to think of anything but the pleasure. The way his fingers massaged my clit while he was inside me makes me clench my thighs together. Already, my body is craving more.

After the third time he stretched me, I passed out on top of him. I'd felt him run a warm cloth between my legs to clean me off, but that was it. Right now he's not inside of me, but somehow I can still feel him there. I can feel him everywhere.

This must be what Stockholm syndrome is. I latch on to that idea, knowing it has to be the reason for my attraction to him. It's probably not something that develops in a day, but it's better to