made or held prisoner, especially in war: captive troops.
kept in confinement or restraint: captive animals.
enslaved by love, beauty, etc.; captivated: her captive beau.
of or relating to a captive.
adjective : mentally enchanted, held
Giselle Minter didn't believe in love, but it somehow it kept coming to her. "I think I'm falling in love with you." Not this shit again.. "You know I told you, no feelings in this relationship." "I know, but it's hard. You're so beautiful Giselle." he said, tracing the bare skin under my breast. "We can't fuck anymore." I said, looking at him. "Tell me you feel the same way, G. Tell me." he urged. "I don't. I just wanted an emotionless fix. We're fuck buddies Jared. No FEELINGS." I put emphasis on feelings. "I thought I meant something to you." he said, pulling his clothes on. "You do... sort of." I started. "Cut the shit Giselle! You only want your quick fuck session and that's it!" I stared at him. It's true. I gave up on love a long time ago, but him saying that made something snap in me. "Get THE FUCK out of here Jared." I said calmly. I got up, pushing him out of my apartment. "Fuck you Jared, I always knew you were a pussy anyways." I punched him in the nose, hearing it crack under my fist. I slammed my door shut, starting a shower to wash the filth off of me. I sat on the bar, letting a few tears go. Not over Jared, over the fact that I had no emotions anymore. I had my heart broken and that was it. I couldn't handle anymore feelings. I washed up and laid on my futon. Time for a new fuck buddy... Now that she's mated, will she fall in love? Or will she continue doing what she does?