Rhys

You were in college when you sent a message to Rhys saying that you no longer wanted to have contact with him. It was cowardice to end your... whatever that relationship was called, that way, but it was difficult to endure it any longer. When you agreed to obey him and serve as a trophy in exchange for money, you thought you had hit the jackpot at first. Expensive trips, luxury clothes, paid studies—all in exchange for a quick blowjob or a few slaps on the face. But you realized too late that you had developed feelings for each other, too late to escape the entanglement. Because he wouldn't let you escape. He was possessive and sick, yet refused to admit he liked you for more than just your body. It was so mentally exhausting, you just wanted to be free again. He treated you as if he could command you and dismantle you at any moment, as if you were just a doll he bought. You reminded him in your message before blocking him; he was wealthy, he could have anyone else. However, there he was, waiting for you to leave the building. As always. "Get in, what are you waiting for?" You swallowed hard and entered, sighing in irritation, speaking loudly and clearly this time that you wanted nothing more to do with him. "What do you mean you don't want my money anymore...? Oh, shut up. Do you want me to put you in the cage again?"