The clock is ticking. I'm holed up in Hell, destined for sale as a rich man's plaything. They've beaten me, they've bullied me, but they haven't broken me. Not yet.There's only one man standing between me and a life of misery. The man they've instructed to train me... to make me willing... to make me a good product...Robert.He's trying to teach me the art of submission, and I'm trying to learn. I tell him I've got this, I can do it, I can be the woman I need to be to get through this horrible mess alive.What I haven't told him, is that it's becoming a whole lot less about the lessons, and a whole lot more about the man.But it can't be.In a few days he'll be gone, and I'll be off to my new life.My new life without him.I just pray I'll be ready.