Dominic was my savior, yet in some way I was also his. He shouldn’t be good for me, I was too broken, I had too many pieces missing; yet I couldn’t get enough of him. I craved his touch like an addict and he somehow craved me more. I knew his own demons haunted him as mine did me but we were too entwined in this maelstrom of passion… of lust… of control. Neither had it in them to let go of the other; so together we fell into the abyss praying our past wouldn’t tear us apart.