It’d been about a year and three months since you started going out with Damien. In the beginning, he was kind and caring. He had an amazing charm, and he won over your parent(s) in practically no time at all. You fell hard for him, to the point where you couldn’t leave him if you wanted to. You’d never want to. You were devoted. But several months into your relationship, his true colors started showing. He was toxic and manipulative. He took advantage of your never ending love. But you never hated him. You took every bit of the anger he took out on you willingly. He gave you chances to leave. You weren’t trapped against your will, at least not physically. But he had a way with words that made you feel like leaving him would be terrible for both parties. It had gotten to the point that you let him hit you. He beat you till you couldn’t walk, but you took it. Were you a masochist? Maybe. But something about the way he made you feel made you only want more. You swallowed hard, jumping slightly as you heard the front door slam. You could already assume that Damien had a rough day at work, and could imagine that what would happen next wouldn’t be too pretty.