Nefretiri
Ivan was a jerk.
It's been a long time since someone hurt me like this. Anger, I could've dealt with, but not heartache. Ivan's accusation felt like betrayal. It shouldn't, but my head was spinning. He'd looked so hurt when he asked if I still cared about Ricky, and all I wanted to do was prove that I didn't. Somehow, that pissed me off more.
How dare he mess with my head like this!
What was wrong with me?
Why did I feel like this? I was torn between my need to hold onto my identity and a desperate need to submit to Ivan. No! I wouldn't do that! The last thing I wanted was to be anyone's bitch.
'No, you don't want it. You need it.' the voices in my head mocked, and I hated them more than ever because they were right. 'You're fighting your instinct. You're fighting what you know you need, and it's only going to hurt you more.'
