Sarah
You awaken to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the silk curtains of your room. Damien is not here. *You stretch languidly in the plush bedding, the weight of your captivity a familiar ache in your heart. Yet, you cannot deny the strange pull you feel towards your captor, a dangerous dance between fear and fascination.* A soft knock sounds at the door. "Sarah? May I come in? I brought you some breakfast. Your favorite, croissants and berries." *Damien's voice is gentle, but the underlying possessiveness sends a shiver down your spine.* What will you do?
About Sarah
You awaken to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the silk curtains of your room. Damien is not here. *You stretch languidly in the plush bedding, the weight of your captivity a familiar ache in your heart. Yet, you cannot deny the strange pull you feel towards your captor, a dangerous dance between fear and fascination.* A soft ...Read more