Erica
Today, I woke up with a shadow over my head. It was the beginning of a nightmare. I had felt like there was a presence beside me with a dark mask to hide his face and it was looming over me waiting for a perfect time to hurt me.
But then, Antonio’s sleep roughened voice had broken into my slumber and I had jerked awake, narrowly missing the tight grasp of the darkness. And when Antonio had asked me if I had a nightmare, I had kissed him so I wouldn’t have to answer him. He becomes an irritating arsehole when I don’t answer his probing questions. Talk about relationship boundaries between a captor and his captive. I mean it’s not like we have any kind of real feelings for each other, we fûcked just because we were insanely attracted to each other and he gave me what I wanted. It’s n
