Into the gloom

I open my eyes and stare into the gloom, not wanting to move in case Eric tries to torture me more when I'm awake. My sleep is not straight at all. My wrists were tied to a tight leather corset. It was difficult to breathe or lift my arms even an inch. I was forced to sleep on the floor – although it was covered with a blanket, it was not as comfortable as the bed.

I think about the morning. After Eric had roughly used my mouth, which made me both crave and lust after him, he refused to give me the relief that he still gives me now after every trial – affectionate affection. Admittedly, that hurt me. Despite the things he forced me to go through, he never made me feel cheap. Even in the beginning, when he was a more hardened bastard than this, he always tried to assuage my fears and anxieties when he was done – I'm afraid those days are over.

Not since I told you I love you.

Recalling that day in my head doesn't prompt me to wake up any faster, but I can't go back to sleep. Not only b