“Is he… Is he at least treating you all right? Is he taking care of you?” Tessa snorted a laugh. “He controls everything, Dex. What I eat. What I wear. Where I sleep.” “Does he hurt you?” “Physically? No. Mentally and emotionally?” She swallowed thickly as she fought off another bout of tears. “I’m not okay, Dex,” she finally whispered.
