What Lies
Willow MadisonTaken without a trace. Held by a man intent on loving her.
He said I was the only perfect woman in the world. It’s why he had to have me.
“The game today, Larissa, is called pick your poison.”
He took me while I was sitting alone in my backyard. I had my feet cooling in the pool, face heating in the sun when his shadow eclipsed all happiness four days ago. I don’t remember any sounds or words, only waking up here…and his games.
“I expect you to either make a choice, or don’t.”
In this box of horrors, he wanted me to find my purpose. I thought I already had—save my heart from pain and hold out for freedom. Turns out, I wasn’t wrong. Only my perceptions were. And he’s giving me a chance to choose again.
“I’m going to hurt you.”
I’ve been a monster for him, a perfect version of myself, and I don’t think I can pretend that I haven’t liked it.
Whoever said knowledge is power wasn’t chained up when they said it.