41. To own is too… Rage
Chapter forty-one
To own is too… Rage
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Bliss.
If you asked me how I would describe the last month of my life, without a doubt, bliss would be the word I’d use. A peace, a feeling of rightness I have never experienced in my life, fills each day with unwavering warmth. I’m coddled, cared for, and adored. Then, in the moments in between, I’m his dog, a starving mutt desperate for attention, and my master gives it to me in droves. I’m spread and filled, twisted and fucked to every level of debauchery imaginable. I’m owned and controlled, his possessive hands roving, claiming, demanding my flesh. Even in those moments when I’m sobbing, drooling, trussed up, screaming for mercy I don’t want…I’m unequivocally loved.
But of course, it was never going to be that easy.
That peace was simply the calm before the storm.
And oh, how it would rage.