For days, I was subjected to the same torture from Marcus. There are days that I will be hit by paddles, chains or whips until I can no longer stand on my own. On other days, he will force me to kiss him until my mind shuts down from the disgust. Days when I am not given any food or water. And some other days, he will do nothing. He will stay in his designated chair and I will be on high alert for the entire day — observing him, being aware of whether he needs something from me.
I also find out that if I obey him without question, he sends me luxurious food. He allows me a bath and gives me small trinkets to pass the time. He also brings dresses and shoes to me.
And now, I sit in the center of the room, my eyes fixed on the door. It has been two days since Marcus last came to see me. But now, as I hear his footsteps approaching, my heart races with dread.
