I thought our souls were connecting – he only cared about my fluids

He was on the floor in front of me in his apartment, asking me to pee all over his chest (Picture: Getty Images)

‘Will you, my dear Sydney, urinate on my chest?’

As he said this, Trevor* began to lie down on the floor in front of me, in his living room, on top of his expensive persian rug. With a big smile plastered on his face, he enthusiastically pointed at his abs and nodded, as if for reassurance.

And I most definitely needed some reassurance, because my face was plastered with confusion.

‘I, um…you want me to just…?’

I could barely get the words out.

‘Princess, I’m merely asking this of you. Then tonight we’ll feast’, he said, referring to the four course meal he promised to cook me later.

I’d always loved it when he called me ‘Princess’. He spo...