I may be his captive, but he cannot stop my memories from returning — memories of a time before I was his prisoner, of a dark seduction.

He swept me off my feet, literally.

A tall, handsome stranger appearing out of nowhere to rescue me.

Little did I know, it was all just a trap.

All of it: the dinners, the jewelry, the attention.

All were strings binding me to him like a puppet.

His possessive rages, his jealousy, his protective yet suffocating embraces.

At first, it seemed so romantic in a deeply intense way that only we could understand.

Then, gradually, he became more manipulative, more aggressive, demanding not only my obedience but my complete submission.

He was never satisfied until he controlled my every waking moment.

Now, I'm caught in his sinister game with no escape.

His money and power protect him and entrap me.

There is only one way this will end