With Love in Bloomington, MN

Dear Captor, Do you find pleasure in my tortured screams? My darkened cell is my own living nightmare. Why do you continue to play this game? Why don't you just kill me? You've almost broken me all over again-but I've held firm. I've pushed through the pain you've inflicted. And now I'm seeing a side of you I never knew could exist. A side I connect with. A side I could grow to like. Your touch on my skin . . . it ignites a fire within. Only time will tell what will come of it. With love, Elenore.