He watches. When will he touch?
My life has been filled with nothing but pain. My cavern was a way to escape…
Until I saw those strange yellow eyes.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. I don’t even know if he’s real, until I see more than his eyes.
That’s when I realize my predator is a fabled monster.
The terror is paralyzing. I can’t move, can’t scream, can’t get away.
He’d never let me, anyway.
He’s bent me until I’m broken, and now, I’m nothing more than his pet. He twists my body to feed his desires, ensuring I’ll never be able to escape. And the truth?
I don’t want to anymore.