I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made.

My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.

Some stories aren't black and white.

In the dark, my master let down his guard and he was Caleb again. He didn't correct me. He didn't punish me. He didn't push me away emotionally. Caleb was there to hold me until the nightmares passed. He was there to tell me I was beautiful. He was there to tell me I was going to be okay. In the dark, he seduced me. I didn't want the seduction to end.

Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.

He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.

They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.