His

I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer.

When I followed him home I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating and I thought he was harmless.

I was wrong.

Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement handcuffed to a radiator teased to the edge of insanity begging to be let go.

Soon I stopped begging to be let go.

Soon I started begging to be his.