Until You're Mine

Taken. Broken. Captive. There used to be a small amount of safety within the walls of my cell. Not anymore. Now my body is broken and bruised. And he doesn't come to comfort me. I ache for him. His face dominates my dreams. His body dominates my desire. Then he offers himself to me and I lose myself in him. But I do not love him. I cannot love him. To do so would risk my chance at escape . . . *This story contains dark scenes. Reader discretion is advised.