Previously on "True Self"....
Hunter's voice rises by the minute.  " I should tie you up to the bed, keeping you here until I WANT to let you go....."

***Taker's POV***

Oh my God.  Did I die and go to heaven?  Hell, maybe?  Am I dreaming?

Hunter is talking to me like every wet dream I've ever had.  He is forgetting that I'm bigger than him, that I'm the American Badass, he is finally seeing me for who I really am.  And I think he's liking it.

"Do you have any idea what it was like to watch you walk out of here?  You could've gotten hurt!"  I don’t even consider that I'm a mature adult and can take care of myself.  "And then you go around acting like I'm supposed to be able to read your fucking mind and figure out what I'm supposed to do and say."  He pauses, looks at me shivering on the bed.  "Are you listening to me?"

"Y-yes..."  My voice is shaking and I sound like a little kid.  Somehow, that excites me more.  "I'm sorry for making you mad,"  The words are coming without effort.  I've waited years to have this conversation, waiting all that time to be yelled at like this.

"You should be sorry!"  He walks closer to me.  "You've been acting like a little brat."
Then, I see something relax inside him, and he sits down next to me.  "It’s my fault too...look, we really need to figure out what’s going on here.  Let’s just talk, ok?"

I nod quietly.  "What do you want to know?"

He takes my hand in his.  "I just want you to explain what's got you so upset here?  In plain English.  Without trying to avoid the subject."

I squeeze his hand, just a little, trying to work up the courage to do this.  "I just... I want to be controlled by someone else.  I like it.  I like situations being out of my hands, I like being bossed around, I like submitting," my voice dropped to nearly a whisper, "I like being punished..."

His fingers trace gentle designs on the back of my hand.  "I think I understand."  He pauses.  "I think being controlling is starting to become appealing to me."

My mouth went dry.  "So...what now?"