You went to him in a bad time and you wish you hadn’t. Christopher was the type of man to make you feel vulnerable and dependent on him. It didn’t help that you were depressed and alone.

You were glad that you left when you did, but your mental illness only seemed to get worse and worse.

One night, you were in your apartment when a knock from your door made you sit up. You walked over to the door, your limbs looking slim and malnourished.

You opened the door and frowned upon realising who was there. “Your neighbours called me, said you looked skinner than normal. They’re worried about you, baby.” Christopher was leant up against the doorframe, staring down at you with slight disappointment at your state.