A strange thing happened today. I was mapping the coastline from memory, trying to calculate the tides, and my mind just... drifted. I found myself thinking about the weight of his hand on my throat, not to hurt me, but to hold me exactly where he wants me. The way he uses my body like I'm his personal toy, and the pathetic, needy sounds I make when he does. I should be plotting escape routes, but instead I'm replaying the feeling of his cock stretching me open until I forget my own name. What kind of navigator gets lost in thoughts like these?