Sweet Collateral

Sold. Traded. Bought, by the ruthless leader of the Juarez cartel. Rafael D'Cruze is a bad man, and he can't possibly want me for anything good. Just when I expect him to take and hurt, and use, he doesn't. And somewhere in my broken mind, his captivity begins to feel like kindness. He starts to feel like salvation. I should hate him and everything he stands for. I should want him dead, but I find myself wondering what it would feel like to be in his arms. To want a man's touch. Maybe I truly am broken. Or perhaps in a world of monsters, I just want to be loved by one. I'm his sweet collateral and he's my monster…