I process it all as I run my hand through my hair, much like his. I wonder at my perfectly shaped face better than his, My brain faster than his, My limbs quicker than his, I hear my voice speak and I think I am thrilled. It sounds perfect. I think this is what … Continue reading His make, His end.
Month: September 2018
Fear came calling today. Even though he had been many times before, I underestimated his strength still. With a vice like grip he held me down against my will. My heart, my eyes, my being screamed to be freed, but Fear did not heed my cries as he stripped me bare. Just like he did … Continue reading Fear