He was a charismatic man. When he spoke, I became a puppet. I belonged to him… In every way imaginable.
His face was beautiful, his hair dark and his smile… Oh God, it was captivating! I belonged to him.
He possesed this mysterious aura, one that made you wonder about his power as a person. He was inhuman… In every way imaginable.
When we met, the first thought that crossed my mind was how I wanted him to completely ravage my world and to senselessly own my body.
He told me his name was Ted. His voice had this assertive tone to it, something I could not resist. (I belonged to him.)
He told me he was going to ruin me, tear me apart, devoid me of meaning and purpose… (In every way imaginable.)
Those were the last words I remember leaving his lips. And then all of a sudden, everything went black.
The pain assaulted my body. It was excruciating. But I belonged to him. And there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. I belonged to him. In every way imaginable.
Ted. A name that would haunt my after life. For ever and nevermore.