“Shay is… he’s my…” I stumble over my words, not really knowing what to say. What do I tell them? That I’m his personal toy? That I agreed to do what he says to protect someone I love? That I’m trapped in this sick game of his just to please him, all while sacrificing everything that I am? What I want doesn’t matter, it never has. And here I am, trapped in this web, and I can’t find a loophole to free myself. So what exactly does that make me? A weak-minded, easily manipulated fool?
