Struck Down

When my fiance left me at the altar, I thought nothing could be worse. I was wrong. I wanted to leave my hum-drum life. I wished for an adventure, a way to escape. I should have been careful what I wished for. Now he has me. I can't run. I can't escape. Every time I try to build myself back up, he strikes me down. He's intent on making me his. The worst part? I'm thinking about letting him. ... I'm not sure who I am anymore.