I still remember the day he asked me. It was so casual, with absolutely no feeling or intention behind it. That's the way I liked it. It reminded me of him; laid back and carefree. I was scared at first. I thought he was going to hurt me. Sure, I may have gotten a few unconsensual cuts and bruises, but he was trying his hardest, and that's all that mattered to me. I never expected him to even try, though. I thought it was just a trick to get me on his good side. After five months, I'm still not sure. As much as I want to, I can't trust him. Sure, he's really kind and caring when he wants to be, but is that all part of the trick? Is he just reeling me in to throw me back out into the sea? Or is he going to kill, cook and eat me? Maybe he'll keep me safe and let me stay in my little glass bowl. But, after everything that's happened, I'm lost. I don't know what to believe anymore.