"You have no right to touch me," I sneer at the man who started it all. My problems. My trauma. My addiction. He grinned at me, enjoying my fear and excitement. "Come on darling," he gripped my hips and grinded, "we both know you love this." I hummed in pleasure before jerking away. He frowned at my reaction. "I do, but I won't have it. You need to leave before I send your ass back to prison." He laughed, then looked at me with darkened eyes. "You never rejected me before-" "You raped me!" "And?" I stared in disbelief at his casual response. I expected an apology, a crying man begging for forgiveness to which I'd ignore. His eyes searched my room. For what, I don't know. "I heard from a little birdy that you have a new boy toy. I wonder what would happen if he knew about all of this." I went pale as his words echoed in my head. No, he can't find out. I can't let him leave me. I'll be alone again. I'll revert back to my old behaviors. I need him. My beloved Takashi.