Anytime. Anywhere.

I cried the whole night. The comfortable and large bed ain’t enough to comfort my agony. I stopped when it’s almost three in the morning. That’s what the clock says. I felt so empty and worn out that my tears didn’t come anymore.

Looking at the bangle that’s on my wrist, I contemplated things. I tried so hard to remove it on my wrist, but I failed. Irritation grew more inside of me thinking that he had put something on me that couldn't be removed without his control. I saw a screwdriver-like thing. I’m sure that’s the only way to remove this.

I can’t do anything but just look at the city lights. Funny how I am so free in here without anyone eyeing me in this room, Yet I felt so tangled. So suffocating. I don’t know what type of set-up we have. But thinking about how he bought me and even gave me my own room gives me an idea.

So will he just fuck me from time to time? When he fe