Macey
I wake with a start, sweat clinging to my body, my forehead damp. I try and steady my breathing, giving myself the same pep talk Olga asked me to memorize.
I am no longer his pet
I am home and safe.
He is no longer a threat
Looking around the room, I choose an item to study, something else Olga has taught me when the mantra just isn't enough. My small white bear I had won at a local state fair months before my kidnapping lay against the wall in the corner of my room along with my other stuffed animals.
Coming back home was difficult. My parents had kept my room exactly the way that I had left it, causing emotions to consume me each time I turned around. For the first two nights, I had slept under the bed, hating that what I feared most was not master coming to haunt me, but for
