85 - Becca

"What's your name?”

For days, that question was repeated. For days, I doubted my own identity. Days, not minutes or hours. Days when I was kidnapped by a bitter and cruel woman, days when my life became part of a show of horrors, and I was thrown into a moat full of men with a multitude of evils ready to be put into practice.

The day it all started, I was told that it would not go beyond a basic teaching to a subject of which I was being idle. I was told that I would be taught to be a submissive. That I would learn to respect a man and see him as the center of my world.

That I would understand that it was nothing more than a dog at the feet of a man. They told me that I would lose everything, to become obedient. And the worst part is that I didn't consent to any of that. I didn't want to be part of the misrepresented world they created, but I was forced. And none of this had anything related to BDSM.

Soon I, who some time ago did not even accept to nurture some loving feeling for a ma