I was dehydrated.
Starving.
Cold.
Tired.
And in pain.
Been locked up for days.
He reminded me that I deserved it.
Did I? No.
I did not.
He approched me, slapped me.
He'd forgive my actions and let me go, if promised that I stayed.
Promised to cherrish and love him.
'I'm sorry princess, forgive me baby?'
'Please forgive me Hunter honey, I was at fault'
He forgave me.
Gave me supplies.
Cleaned my injuries.
And had a night of passion and love.
Where's the love at?
