I loved Max with all my heart, but there was something about him that all that love could be gone in a flash. I loved to hate him; the only reason why...I stayed with him was because of the sex. I was a sex-addict and he knew what buttons to press to make me want him so bad it hurt. Yet, this was no time to think of him. I was ready to get the hell out of dodge. “Luna, wait up!” I heard a voice call from behind me as I nearly bolted out of class. “Oh yeah, Roxie, what’s up?” I smiled seeing a red. She stopped at a door that had a guard posted next to it and then entered. The room had no windows and was furnished with only a desk and a single bench seat. On the bench seat sat a man in his early thirties. He was shackled at the wrists and ankles and chained to the floor. He had blonde hair with sideburns that framed a mean-looking face. He leered at her as she walked past him. ‘Good morning, Mr. Garner. My name is Dr. Imelda Lopez. I’m going to be your new therapist.’ she announced in a. “Oh excuse me.” Opening my eyes, the Spanish chick is standing in the doorway. “It’s ok.” “I just had to get away for a bit.” She explains. “No explanation needed.” “I’m Karmen, do you mind if I join you?” she asks. I answer, as I close my eyes: “I’m India, be my guest.” I was unaware of what she meant. It became clearly apparent when the cushion I am sitting on depress' from her weight, as she sits down next to me. Opening my eyes, I come face to face with her hazel eyes. “I’ve been watching. I made a loop at one end o the belt and slipped it over her wrist. I pulled that wrist behind her into the small of her back. She resisted slightly as I caught her other hand and gently pulled it back behind her. She was strangely quiet, subdued almost, and there was a visible tremor to her whole body. The sauce had mellowed."Please, not this..."It was a barely audible whisper. But she stopped before she finished."What did you say?" I asked, concerned.She cleared her throat."Nothing. Just a bad.