I got kidnapped from my home by a wild band of people. Kind of scary, kind of appealing/attractive. I had to go live in this place with them, in the woods. The lady in charge was very, very strict and had brown bangs and light olive skin.
She kept making me do everything a very particular way. Her way. I just had to obey. I didn't know what would happen to me if I didn't do what she said. I was trying so hard to do everything perfectly how she preferred. All I wanted was her to to not criticize me, to be pleased with me. She sometimes would be... a little bit... I would feel good then, but that's not how it was for the most part.
I was telling myself it was for my own good, for personal growth.
Ughhhh... what a sicko I am.