31. Jessica.

2 years ago.

The room is dark and I'm on my knees, heart in my throat. Still, I try not to let it show as I wait for him. After what seems like forever. the door creaks open, and he enters, a sinister silhouette shrouded in darkness. My heart skips several beats and goosebumps break out of my skin.

Approaching me with predatory grace, he grasps a fistful of my hair, wrenching my head back sharply. Suppressing the instinct to cry out, I bite my lips hard enough to draw blood, desperate to stifle any indication of the fear that pulsates within me. His gaze falls to the collar he has placed on my neck and I feel it darken.

"You're not a submissive, are you?" His voice, eerily calm, slices through the silence like a sharpened blade. My fingers dig into my trembling thighs, seeking solace in the pain as I muster a feeble reply.

"But I've been doing everything you told me to."

"On your own terms." He bites back, his anger increasing by the minute. I look away, but even I know my stubbornnes