I hated the man, but there was something about him that turned me on.
And I was a Stockholm Syndrome freak whose dislike for her kidnapper was completely linked to the spark it generated in her. It was something to study, and I knew it would lead to endless therapy sessions after all, but I had to use that to my advantage.
A year could be less if I acted properly.
I wasn't a trained geisha or a trained w***e, but I was a blank piece ready for him.
“The doctor will be here in half an hour," Charlotte told me as she finished fixing my hair. “She's one of the best in the country and speaks fluent English.”
“That's a good thing.”
“You'll be comfortable with her.”
“I hope so. The lady who was taking care of me at home was very subtle and kind.”
“The gentleman is never going to look for
