Chapter 11 PAIGE

Chapter 11

PAIGE

This isn't what he promised.

He promised fun. He promised love. He promised forever.

It was good for the first week as we drove across the US. He was caring and funny, and I felt like the only woman in the world. The dinner at the nice restaurants, the new sexy dresses. I saw the gleam in his eye as I modeled for him at the store. His touch thrilled me, and he promised to ease me into the life we both wanted.

The world was new to me. I'd read about it and then gone searching for it online.

And I found a culture of people who excited me and stoked my dreams. I wanted more than anything to belong to him, be controlled by him, submit to him. He'd care for me, give me the attention I never received at home. I craved the pain with the soft kisses of healing. And he told me he'd do that for me, but I had to stay with him forever—as his wife.

It took a few weeks of phone calls and promises, but once I agreed, I realized I wanted to be with him now. And I wanted that symbol of his devotion on my skin, proof we were committed.

When I reached his home, I knew he'd lied.

His home was disgusting, the furniture stained, and the place reeked so bad it made me gag. After he took all my cash, he immediately made me strip and tied me to the bed. I don't know how many days went by before he let me get dressed. He ordered me to put on the dress he'd bought. I obeyed with shaking hands, struggling to look him in the eye. Once it was zipped, he tied my hands again, thrust the ball gag in my mouth, and forced me to my knees. Then the pain began again.

The safe word was ignored.

Nothing about this is safe.