“But I’m your monster, my star. Now tell me what I want to hear. I want to hear you say the thought that is rattling around inside your beautiful, twisted little mind.” He hooked his fingers forward, stroking over a place on the inside that made me see the stars as my eyes drifted closed. “Give me your truth,” he ordered. “I love you,” I gasped, the words coming out strangled. I hated the truth in them, hated knowing that he was aware they were far from a lie.
