Chapter 90

I was moving away from everyone little by little, gradually losing my will in what always gave me pleasure, and every atom in my world focused on the existence of Jonathan Maxwell.

He liked the black color, so I started to dress up with as many black clothes as I could find in my ridiculous colorful closet. My loose hair used to get in the way when he wanted to mark my neck with painful bites, so I always made sure to attach them before I found it.

My simple life became a little game of adaptations and changes that were not only visible to Jonathan. Anyone could notice that I was always policing myself, detecting my movements and perfecting my facial expressions. Everything to please Jonathan Maxwell.

He deserved to be pleased.

Everyone around him did everything to give him what he needed, even if he didn't ask. And I didn't want to be different. I thought that if I didn't live up to his demands "many of them silent and complicated" I would end up being excha