“I’ll always make you feel good, Rosa. I was created for your pleasure. But I need something from you.” “Anything.” “I need you to go back to therapy. And I need to be able to contact you.” “Okay.” I watch as her neck constricts as she swallows. “I’ll send you another phone. I can’t not talk to you. It’s killing me. I need you.” She nods. “We have to keep this a secret, though.”
