Love Coming from the Least Expected

Physical intimacy was a pretty strange act. I did not like the feeling at the beginning, but as things progressed I grew to like it. However, it gradually made me uncomfortable again. Yet, Christopher was still angry at me. He kept on biting my sensitive skin, demanding me to admit my mistake.

In the end, I could not bear it anymore. I burst into tears, but my wailing did nothing to quell the beast within him. Instead, it somehow spiced up our little sport. It did not stop him from pursuing his own release.

Right then, I came to a complete understanding of Christopher’s terrifying physical prowess. I was exhausted from all the action, having lost every bit of strength that the only thing I could do was breathe. Sleep overtook me eventually.

stroking my face, and then my back. It offered a cooling touch. Christopher must be changing my bandages. When he began massaging my ankle, I finally managed to open my tired

leaned over to check on me,

down, I was still mad at him, so I yelled, “Just so

to be like this?” Christopher’s face

Do you have a problem with it?” I turned my head away because I did not want to look

of these days I’ll break that attitude of yours!” Christopher let out a low growl as he lifted the covers and got on top of me again. I tried to struggle, but it had little effect on him. To a strong man like

it got too painful, I let out a whimper. It turned out that exhaustion could offset every single shred of joy, just like what I was experiencing then. Christopher and I had merged into one, but all I wanted to do was

They would keep the prisoner awake, prevent them from falling sleeping. Even if they wanted to,

did not reconcile. When I woke up, Christopher charged at me again. It was madness! I did not know how many days had passed, but we kept on going for some time, only stopping for food and to use the toilet. Other than those, I basically never left the luxurious bed. Christopher seemed to

Ring… Ring…

the wind chimes hanging from the window. When I opened my eyes, I felt odd. My body was in an erratic state — it did not feel like it was mine.

soup for you. It’s still hot. You should have some.” Christopher walked over to me and propped me up so that I was leaning against the headboard. When his broad