The more the photoshoot went on, the more Bella was losing track of why she was doing this, where she was, who she was.

With every click, and flash, and whir of the camera, it felt like the machine was burrowing straight into her brain, churning her thoughts, reconfiguring her synapses.

Bella knew that soon she’d be his perfect little love slave pet, and she could do nothing to stop that happening.