Taken

I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Johann Weir. You wouldn''t know that he sells literature for a living. He has these wild eyes—eyes that light something up in me—and he must be twice as big as me with strong, warm hands. Hands I try not to imagine everywhere.He scares me. And thrills me. But now, the deed is done, and I have to face the consequences. He says he just wants to hold me here until the police come, but it''s been hours and I''m still here.Chained to a pipe in his back room like a prisoner.The only person I have to talk to is Johann, and all I have to say are secrets I didn''t know I was keeping. Dark, shameful secrets—secrets that involve the metal around my wrist and him standing over me. But I can''t stop. I need him to know everything. I need him. Johann has his own secrets—ones he wants to tell me too. And more than anything, I want to listen. And maybe, before he sends me away, he''ll punish me.Just a