AMELIA

When he enters my room again later, he has me undress and lie down on the bed, on my stomach. Then he tied me up again, binding my wrists tightly behind my back. A blindfold goes over my eyes, and pillows under my hips. It’s the exact same position

in which he took me last time, and I can’t help tensing as I remember the agony—and the ecstasy—of his possession.

Is that what he’s going to do? Have anal sex with me again today?

If so, it’s not that bad. I survived the last time, and I’m sure I’ll be fine again.

Maybe he thought he'd lose me because...