Chapter Five
They teach me to submit, all of which is oddly familiar. Though Jordan would claim that I submit, “like a house afire…”, not at all. Jordan was right about me when he said that, but I’ve changed since then. Though now, he’s out of the picture forever. He’ll have new lovers, ones to soothe his grief. I was never good at that. All the nurturing he did for me, I was piss poor giving back.
This life is easier if I want to forget that there is any purpose to my days. s****l servitude is recklessly easy. I fit the mold—one of the many things that Broc decided for me when we were on the train. That was not a romantic time; there was no romance in being frightened for my life every second. But I do wonder about Broc and where he is now, what new w***e he’s found to snag into their
