My Captor Is A Good Boy
Language: en
I was grinding myself down to dust, living like a rat on a corporate treadmill. One night, fueled by cheap wine and sheer exhaustion, I was scrolling through a forum dedicated to bashing the toxic, unhinged male leads in dark romance novels. Without thinking, I typed out a reply: People can judge all they want online, but in the real world, who wouldn't want to scream 'kidnap me, please!' The daily grind of a nine-to-five is the real torture chamber. When I woke up the next morning, my reality had fractured. The first thing I felt was the bite of cold, heavy metal around my wrist. The…