“I washed gently in the shower, forcing all memories and horror into a cage inside my mind. I would never think about that night again. Even in nightmares, the night was banned, erased as if it never happened. Some might say running wasn’t a good idea; I say it helped me stay healthy and focused, rather than suffocate in self-pity and things detrimental to my sanity. I buried my head in the sand, but in return gained freedom and immunity against things hurting my soul. My body hurt, but no more ...than other injuries I sported. What lacerated me most was Q. He let me down. In the sick hierarchy of owner and slave, my protection and well-being should be paramount, yet he turned a blind eye. Out of everything he’d done, last night might’ve broken me beyond repair, but it only strengthened. The time had come to leave. I deserved better. I deserved to live my life without sick bastards raping me with objects, or Q’s twisted mind games. Nothing would stop me from busting the hell out and going back to humanity.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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