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Aurora Did I say I could survive six months in Jonathan’s company? It’s only been two weeks and I’m already at my wits’ end. Every day, I’ve gone back to the house, shaking in anticipation of what he’ll do next. What buttons he’ll push. What ludicrous demands he’ll make. Every dinner and breakfast, Jonathan sits me on his lap and makes me eat my entire plate. It’s not even about the food anymore. The way he touches me so unapologetically, or spanks my arse when I defy him, has become a habit. Worse, it’s become something I look forward to. I shouldn’t. Jonathan isn’t the type of man I can get lost in or even allow close. However, the moment he yanks me down on his lap, I don’t even protest anymore. It’s become the most natural place to be. After every session of fingering, torturing my nipples, and holding my throat hostage, Jonathan leaves me in the dining room alone with my scattered thoughts and my shaking limbs. Sometimes, he’ll fetch me from my room when I’m late for breakfast, or