The Koi Tattoo
Language: en
Three years into my captivity, I stumbled upon a thread online. The topic was: [Can teenage love really last?] The OP, Dreamer_1998, wrote about a boy who fought for her, who bought her breakfast every morning. Who plastered love letters all over the school bulletin board. Every word was soaked in obvious infatuation. But when I saw the posting date and the username, I froze. That post was from me, ten years ago. Ten years later, the boy who wrote those love letters is my husband. He has chained my ankles to the floor. Scattered around me are explicit photos of him and a rising…