From the moment I got out of bed and took my first step...it was as if I were walking on glass, being careful not to slip. He watched me ever so closely making sure I was in line...scared to say anything for it may be my last time. Holding my throat and holding me in place, that same expression I saw on his face...the look of fearlessness, the look of hunger, the look of pleasure from watching me go under. Months of this torture I couldn't take any longer, I'd done anything to run...I finally did, It wasn't fun, but you know...I'm through and I'm done!
