“Do not mistake any of this for kindness, my dear.”
He hands her a glass.
“I simply want to be the one who breaks you.”
Night after night, she looks up at him, takes his offering, and prays for escape.
Her wide eyes mist, bare skin trembling. Naked, on her knees, ankles bound with thick deck rope, she sips the wine, hoping he’ll provide enough to dull her senses.
Setting the bottle down, he turns toward the open porthole, inhaling the salt air like a man with nothing to lose.
She hurls the bottle before he can even exhale.
So I took a bit of a break. I needed to sort some things, dig deep and find some creative motivation, take a long nap, and you know…just rest. But, I’m back and ready to go.
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