He doesn't love. He uses. He controls.

Eloise’s breath shuddered as she sat on the bed, with every word Brenda said echoing in her skull like the slow drip of poison. Minutes had passed since she left Brenda fuming in the sitting room, yet she couldn't take her mind off it.

[ “I'm the one he unleashes his demon on and I love to take them like a good girl.” ]

Her stomach knotted as she remembered.

[ “ I'm the one he ties up and devours hungrily without restraint.”]

Eloise’s jaw flexed, her chest ached as those words replayed in her mind. Those words that suggested there’s more to...