She had no recollection of how she ended up here. Her head hurt. Her face felt swollen. Her throat was sore, and she had to pee. Tremendously. She cracked open an eye and gathered in her surroundings. The room was unexciting. One window, and the bed she was…tied to? Her wrists started to throb as … Continue reading Captive.
My body is his canvas. His mound of clay. His blank slate. He can colour me, shape me, however he wants. His rough hands mould me into what he wants. Train me to listen. Train me to obey. His rough hands leave their mark. Their bruise. Their stripes. It’s a beautiful thing. To hand myself … Continue reading The Artist’s Muse.
Sleep evades me. Like two akin magnets. The wheels don’t stop. Round and round and round they go. Like the wheels on the bus. Numbness settles in. Like a long lost relative, finally coming home. Nothing feels real. Nothing feels certain. Nothing feels stable. It’s still easy to hide though. The plastic smile distracts curious … Continue reading Day 2.
Oh what we would hear if only we asked. And maybe we do, but we don’t really want to know. We don’t really want elaboration. We like simple questions with simple answers. But oh how intelligent we are! How smart and cunning! But don’t ask anything too hard. Anything that will require some attention drawn … Continue reading Hauntings of the Unasked.
He loves making her purr. All he has to do is look at her a certain way and he can physically watch as she liquifies. He watches as she bites her lip. And then he tells her to strip. Her eyes light up like a thousand suns. It’s adorable. He tells her to lay down. … Continue reading Purr.
Uncensored Eloquence 