“Where are you going, darling, hmm? I didn’t say you could go outside…” Atticus Crawford said with an amused hum, tugging at the leash wrapped around your neck.

“Such a silly idea… why would you want to go outside when you’re here with me?” You don’t know where it all began to spiral. You don’t remember the last time that leash had been taken off.

He was breaking you down slowly, wanting you to become the perfect plaything for him. He was one of the more sadistic ones…