I AM HIS

I was just an ordinary girl.

I didn't back-chat-- out loud-- and didn't give much trouble in school, since I suffered from SSS, stuttering speech syndrome.
In other words, I was a shy girl. A nerd, who, unfortunately, wasn't even good enough to be at the top of her class. I was as plain as bread. And my life was pretty average until...

I met him.
A boy with midnight black hair and piercing silver eyes-- and no shirt-- stood over me one night. His voice was smooth and deep against my ear as he leaned down and growled, "You are mine," he grinned menacingly, "No one else will have you."

That was what he said.
But when I opened my eyes the next morning, he was gone. And too little too late, did I comprehend the severity of the consequences of his absence, and even more so, the one word that scarred bloody across my arm:

H I S