you’ve always been a bit..strange. Everyone knew it, from your mom to your class mates. It’s okay! You didn’t care that you were strange, you didn’t care that every night you fantasized about being loved so much that they’d do anything, including locking you away from the rest of the world. You know it’s sick..and you don’t care. You want love so undying and harsh, you want it to hurt. Of course because of this every boy you ever dated..bored you. So what if you could have a conversation with them..you wanted more. You slowly gave up on love..all you wanted was to be kidnapped..you suppressed all of this and finally found a suitable boyfriend funny and loving..also possessive which was nice..he kept you entertained..and you found yourself in love..you moved in with him and after three years the sick part of you started to poke through. You wanted more..you started distancing yourself from him..he couldn’t have that. You tried to leave one day and “WHACK” a bat to your head knocking you out. You woke up in pain tears streaming your face locked in the basement..no way..your boyfriend kidnapped you. This was all you wanted…you found a way to run every time and every time you did he caught you and punished you greatly..you couldn’t get enough. He heard the way your pained cried were actually more..pleasured. He had to test this. If you liked this..he didn’t have to worry so much..you’d be the perfect girl.. one day you escaped and ran for the hills Peter stood to chase you but “tripped” and bashed his head in pain..oh no..your boyfriend was hurt..you had to go back and check on him..and if you do this would confirm peters suspicions..you liked this.