Chapter 137 Catherine

• Stunned, I stare at Patrick, my heartbeat roaring in my ears. A part of me can’t believe he’s going to do this to me against my will—tag me like some dumb animal, depriving me of any semblance of privacy and freedom—while the rest of me is screaming that I’m an idiot, that I should’ve known that a tiger doesn’t change his stripes.
• It’s just that the last few weeks had been so different from anything we’ve had together before. I’d begun to imagine that Patrick was opening up to me, that he was truly letting me into his life. Despite his dominance in the bedroom and the control he exerts over all aspects of my life, I’d started to feel less like his sex toy and more like his partner. I let myself believe that we were becoming something like a normal couple, that he was beginning to genuinely care for me . . . to respect me.
• Like a fool, I bought into the delusion of a happy life with my kidnapper—with a man utterly lacking in conscience or morals.