Captive Bonds

He didn't steal me.
He claimed me.
One moment, I was dancing with my best friends. The next, the lights died-and the Dominion came.
When I woke, a broken crown was inked into my ankle. His mark.
Damien Voss.
The man in the expensive suit. The man who watched me in the club like he already owned me.
Now he does.
He says I'm not merchandise. I'm his.
Not because he's merciful-because he wants to keep me.
Break me.
Remake me.
And the worst part?
Some dark, hungry part of me wants him to.
When he touches me, I forget to be afraid.
When he whispers that he sees the monster inside me, I can't deny it.
When he promises to ruin me, I wonder how it will feel to finally belong to someone who refuses to let me go.
This isn't love.
This is obsession.
And I don't know if I'll survive it... or if I even want to.