Don't Say A Word

Kneel. Submit. Obey

I have been taken by a man unknown to me.

But he is not the one who holds me captive.

Not whose voice commands me.

Not who watches me with a storm raging in ocean-blue eyes.

It is my captor who knows every inch of my body.

Who trains me for another man to ruin.

But I am not his.

I belong to my requestor.

Whoever he is . . .