Rule number two, when I say don’t move, do not move. I’m falling without a net at a terrifying speed. There is no hiding, no amount of fighting, that can change my trajectory now that he’s seen the real me, behind the scars and armor. It’s strange to find the control I need resting in someone else’s hands. Submission is freedom. Submission is redemption. Submission is a power like I’ve never felt before. and I give it all to him freely.