I'm weak, plain and simple and not weak as in 'Holy shit, how heavy are these bloody weights?! No one in their right mind can lift these!' but weak as in 'I cannot stay away from Craig, no matter how hard I try.' And believe me, I've tried. Ever since that night I sobbed myself to sleep, Craig has toned down his sexual predatory intentions and kept a close eye on me, afraid I'm going to crack and break down again, but so far, so good. I've kept my emotions in check and Craig and I have gone on with day to day living; going to work, coming home and spending time together, getting to really know one another. Like a husband and wife should...you know the conventional way, before they do get hitched. Thing is, the more I know about him, the more I am falling deeper and deeper. And it's not boding well for my heart. Within the three months I have been Mrs. Thomas, I have also been at Craig's mercy. In and out of the bedroom. And this is where I am now. At his mercy.
