I button up my blouse, looking up at her. I felt ashamed of myself. Why did I like her? Why did I not leave or call for help?

I feel her arms wrap around me. I look down at the floor and sigh. I feel regretful, but I love her..I do, do I?

I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to step out of the house she has trapped me in. I love her, I do. I do!

I feel her lips connecting with my neck and I whimper softly. "Seio.."

I sniffle and start to cry, but I try to hide it. She hated it, she hated it when I cried. She yells at me and..