Our Dark Design
It was supposed to be a job. Sail through the Caribbean on a luxury yacht while cooking and cleaning for some rich man. How hard can that be? That’s what the ad implied.
It’s not what he wanted.
It’s not what he took.
It’s not what I gave.
She’s the only tether I have to the moment that made me the monster I am. She’s the only way I can truly sate my craving.
It’s for her I’ll be the protector.
It’s because of her I’ll submit to the killer.
It’s with her that I might eventually find sanctuary.