Remolded
She could feel someone's eyes on her.
She could feel them.
Observing her, watching her, calculating her every movement with the upmost precision, trying to predict what movement she would make next before she even thought to make it.
She could sense them.
Bottling her up in their head's to create those sensually graphic fantasies that kept them occupied until the next time they would come to watch her. They spent their time memorizing each and every curve and line of her body until she was etched into their minds like a stone carving. Trying to picture what she would feel like under their touch, how she would act under their control.
It gave her goose-bumps. It made her shiver. It was what caused her to develop severe paranoia.
That had been a year ago, when she had first realized that her future was a lot more horrific then it should have been. What happened to her, she hadn't deserved. The ordeals she had gone through, had broken her, they had beaten her and had basically destroyed her. He had seen what the torment she had endured had done to her, how it had completely changed her. But, by some miracle she had overcome it. The person she had been remolded into had taken him by complete surprise. And no matter how warped it was, he didn't want the new 'her' to ever leave.