The job I took was personal for my boss, but my abduction quickly made it personal for me. There’s no forgiveness for the things they made me do to her. It would be easy to point fingers, but what about the part of me that liked it? Something triggered that sickness and left me needy. I made a choice to protect her when I could, but the need to hurt her again is always in the back of my mind. The crazy thing is, I see that same darkness in her eyes when she looks at me. If we survive captivity, there’s still no guarantee we’ll survive each other.