8. LATE NIGHT SNACKS

My hand ran through my collar. 

The swelling had gone down a little. 

“You’re mine.” I whispered as I ran my finger through the words tattooed on my skin. I trembled not knowing what to do. I hadn’t slept a wink because each time I closed my eyes I felt as if someone was ontop of me. A shudder ran through me. 

My stomach cried out and I couldn’t recall the last time I ate. 

I went down the stairs and prepared myself a sandwich, taking a few bites before I threw it in the bin. 

I couldn’t just accept the life he was forcing me in. I refused. I was not going to be the little obedient idiot. Fuck him. 

What was I suppo