Struck Down

When my fiance left me at the altar, I thought nothing could be worse.

I was wrong.

I wanted to leave my hum-drum life. I wished for an adventure, a way to escape.

I should have been careful what I wished for.

Now he has me. I can't run. I can't escape. Every time I try to build myself back up, he strikes me down.

He's intent on making me his. The worst part? I'm thinking about letting him.

... I'm not sure who I am anymore.