Half of me wants to die here, the sick revulsion of this act chopping at my soul; but he won’t allow me to die, so the other half of me wants to please him, so the pain will be short
. I try to crawl, seeking fresh air out from under the heavy blankets, but they are holding me down, securing me in place.
. I shutter again and pant hard, straining to recover. My head moves to meet your lips as my hands pull you to me
Half of me wants to die here, the sick revulsion of this act chopping at my soul; but he won’t allow me to die, so the other half of me wants to please him, so the pain will be short
. I try to crawl, seeking fresh air out from under the heavy blankets, but they are holding me down, securing me in place.
. I shutter again and pant hard, straining to recover. My head moves to meet your lips as my hands pull you to me
Half of me wants to die here, the sick revulsion of this act chopping at my soul; but he won’t allow me to die, so the other half of me wants to please him, so the pain will be short
. I try to crawl, seeking fresh air out from under the heavy blankets, but they are holding me down, securing me in place.
. I shutter again and pant hard, straining to recover. My head moves to meet your lips as my hands pull you to me
