Victoria

I had done it.

I was successful.

My resolve didn't break and my mind didn't break.

I allowed him to touch me for a week just so I could beg him to let me go outside.

It's funny how I say allowed like I had a choice or say in what he did to my body. It's Alessandro we are talking about here.

I was almost sick to my stomach at the thought of asking a man for permission before I could take a step.

How backward had Alessandro taken me in time? Was it to the eighties or the sixties?

It didn't matter which one it was. They...