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Self-Prescribed Sex Prison
I grit my teeth and white my knuckles as my newfound mentor chuckles. He teaches me about disdain, but no matter, I planned for pain. My eyes both flutter as I shudder, then I hear him coarsely utter: "Good, looks like you still feel somethin'. Bitch I swear, you ain't worth nothin'." Lashes wet my back with crimson in this self-prescribed sex prison. I don't mind the body abuse, but worry when he grabs the noose... He likes to leave it on so long, Last time, I thought I was gone. But this time I see in his eyes Something that brings fear to mine: This is self pity and anger, my hairs raise as I sense danger. I test my cold metal chains but can't break from my restraints. He slips the noose around my neck, then gives my cheek one final peck. Fire rips through my perception, Monsters I don't dare to mention.. Everything I love is ash, all my glass memories crash. Burning flesh, a pungent smell, flares my nostrils in this hell. I hear screaming, perhaps mine? Then I'm returned to my time: Surrounded by smoke and flame, mumbling my dealer's name. In this inferno, I bubble, as his crackhouse burns to rubble.
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