Jonathan had turned my body on like I never thought possible. I ran my hand up my body and finally to my face. I lifted my head and turned towards the water, letting it attack me. I didn’t want to think about anything in that precious time but I had to. Jonathan’s actions, look, and words wouldn’t leave me. We were somewhere near Seattle, far away from Los Angeles, and on the opposite side of the country where the day had started. Thinking about it made me want to just fall asleep right there in the shower. How I was still standing and functioning I didn’t know, but I did know it wouldn’t last much longer. As I cleaned myself, I thought about the day. I couldn’t stop smiling as my mind flooded over the two men who had guns. A smart woman would have run. A smart woman would have found a way out of this and just went home. I had my identification and I had my credit cards. I wasn’t trapped… but I was under command. Under Jonathan Black’s command. And something about it just made sense. Picturing him hovered over me teetering on becoming violent during sex made me feel wanted and needed. I still wanted to be the person to break him and make him understand. I wanted him to see that… “Life is strange.”
