"You're mine for the rest of your life, got it?" Nao Kasahara, 28 years old, in a relationship, working at a bookstore. I had an ex-boyfriend that I was so in love with, I would have died if he told me to. I doubt if I could even call him "ex-boyfriend," since he probably thought of me as nothing more than a toy that would come when called... But even knowing that, I would still listen to his every whim, allowing him to play with me as he saw fit. I still remember his face, his voice, his smell. I still live with this curse he's left on me. This twisted, dark love from my past, that I can't even bring to tell my current boyfriend about. "Nowhere to run."
