hypersexual

It was supposed to be a simple, straightforward job. Paid well. She'd get to live abroad. In a remote countryside manor in England. All she had to do was take care of an eight year-old boy. It seemed perfect. Except the boy wasn't a boy. He was a porcelain doll. Except the doll wasn't a doll. He was a man. A man who had no intention of letting her go. Suddenly Jill was imprisoned on the ride of her life. Trying to navigate a tragic, twisted family secret, a tragic, twisted man and the tragic, twisted feelings she was starting to have for him.

Elizabeth reflects on the events leading up to where she is now — on her knees and desperate in an alley behind the bar. Quick drabble.