I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I was strong, but he made me weak. Over time I depended on him more and more, and eventually lost myself. I wasn't the same person he was attracted to in the beginning, but he had instilled new qualities in me that made it impossible for him to let me go. I could see it in my eyes, every time I looked in the mirror. I had lost hope, and I had lost my individuality. He had broken me and taken away everything I considered valuable. I lived to please him. I was his Servant.
A/N: This is just the beginning, but there is no limit on how short or long the chapters will be. It depends on my decision, and the direction I feel the story is going. I hope you all enjoy, but it takes a special kind of people to enjoy depressing stories. I hope you're all ready for the journey.
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Servant
Teen FictionI lived to please him, because I was taught to believe that serving him was the only way I could achieve happiness.
