Dear Captor, You’ve stolen me. You’ve spilled my blood. You’ve brought me pain. But what you’re yet to realize is . . . I’m a fighter. I’ve been broken before. I’ve at one point even lost the will to live. So now you know . . . this information I gift to you. I’m ready for you, so do your worst. Sincerely, Elenore

Dear Captor, Do you find pleasure in my tortured screams? My darkened cell is my own living nightmare. Why do you continue to play this game? Why don’t you just kill me? You’ve almost broken me all over again—but I’ve held firm. I’ve pushed through the pain you’ve inflicted. And now I’m seeing a side of you I never knew could exist. A side I connect with. A side I could grow to like. Your touch on my skin . . . it ignites a fire within. Only time will tell what will come of it. With love, Elenore.

Dear Captor, You show me you care, but then something changes. The brightness in your eyes shines through on your good days, but when you come to me on your dark days, the blackness has taken over. At least I know what I’m in for . . . pain. You’ve managed to crawl under my skin in the most excruciating yet sensual way, my darkest secrets are now yours, and the emotions I feel for you are something I’ve never felt before. This sensation is strange, yet exhilarating. Do you feel the same? If you do love me, please . . . let me go. Forever yours, Elenore