The Stranger I Know — Amy Isan

He's not a good man

I suspect it. The moment I met him, I was drawn to his irresistible darkness. I don't even know who he is, but I've grown to love the way he touches me, holds me … punishes me. I feel alive in ways I can't explain. There are no words.

Every week I feel even more powerless, even more hopeless under his hands. I know he's a monster. The darkness in his eyes gives him away, but I'm giving my body to this stranger...week after week. I'm addicted. My life has erupted into complete chaos, and he's the only thing keeping my sanity.

Even when I know he's the villain in my story.

I hate him.
I want him.
I can't stop myself.