It was then I realized that at times like this, he thought of me much like his guitar strings. He had control over every nerve, every vocal chord of my body within his fingertils. In that moment I was his. His to love, to rule, to dominate, to heal, to tease, to cradle , to danddle, to break and to destroy.
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I remember that night.
I remember it so clearly.
I can tell you where I was.
I can tell you what I was doing.
I can tell you what song was playing on the speakers.
I can also tell you how I felt when I found out.