I'll write your name!

Oh... Something is DEFINATLY wrong..!

There is just something I can't quite put my finger on. I think back about all the things that have happened since I met Tasha. No, since I saw Tay22 on the news show. All kinds of questions start coming up in my mind:

Why did Tasha pick me? Was it true that she was able to relate so well, or did she have a different motive? What happened to my car and why did Tasha act so cool about it being destroyed? Why did Tasha invite me to come over so much? Why did Tasha buy me all kinds of stuff, like a phone? Why is she acting so weird and why are these paintings here with men with the same necklace?

It took me about twenty minutes before I finally realised it. It was because I noticed the last painting in the row. It was a painting of me in the same pose, clothing and with the same accessory as the other men. I realised that this was all planned by Tasha! She lured me into her trap by promising to be the salvation to my problems. She picked me because I was so vulnurable that I would make the easiest target! She spoiled me with gifts to make me like her and then also made me fully dependant of her. Right now, she has full controll over me, because she can take away everything I have-

I said I realised this before. But it didn't really occur to me that I have not been at work for over seven months and I have also not visited my sick mother for more than seven months! I always cared so much about family, but she made me forget all about it! I NEED to check on my mother!

But I had no time, because I now realised even more. Tasha locked me in here, physically and mentally. I was unable to leave without her constant supervision! She locked the doors so I would stay with her, she destroyed my car so I couldn't drive away. She gave me another phone so I would lose all my contacts but her. It has been her intention to make me lose my job, my friends and even my contact with my mother. The other men from the portraits are her victims before I came into the picture. But worst of all:

She has the option to let my mother die and she is using it to controll me.

I do not know what to do? Do I flee with the chance of my mother dying to her disease? No. I can't. I need to stay with Tasha so that she helps my mother. I kneel and pray: 'Please, let this end well. I will stay with Tasha to keep my mother from suffering.' I end my prayer with an 'Amen' and decide to go back to Tasha. Staying with her is the best option, even if it kills me on the inside. I walk back to my guest room to see Tasha still sitting there. Her mascara was all over her face and anybody could tell she had been crying with all the make-up dripping over her cheeks. I softly approach her and tell her I made up my mind. 'Let's do as you wish. We'll make it official.'

I felt disgusting that night. I didn't want to do this, but I had to other choice. If I hadn't done it for her, she would have stopped the payment for my mother's treatment. During the deed, Tasha had the biggest smile on her face I have ever seen her have. It wasn't a smile of enjoying the situation or enjoying me. No, her smile was a prideful smile. She had it all her way. She had her man in her palm, like she likes to see them. After she went to her room I run towards my private bathroom. I take off my clothes and take a shower, trying to wash the disgusting feeling off of me. But showering doesn't help at all. I throw up because of how disgusted I am. I can't sleep that night, nor the night after that one. In the middle of the second day I just fall asleep and sleep until the morning of the fourth day after the disturbing act.