Sometimes I pinch myself and wonder "What if I do it hard enough to break the skin?" Could I make myself cry from the pain? Or would I need someone else to inflict it? Have them go so deep that needles and thread can't fix it.
The room I was thrown into was dark and cold. Naked, I go to hold myself for warmth. Just what had I signed up for? I was filled with both apprehension and excitement. This was something new. "What is your name?" I hear a deep male voice comes from within the dark. I was told to give an alias when asked for my name. "Dahlia," I say searching the dark. "Yours?" I ask. "Elias," The deep voice says, I could sense he had stepped closer. A shiver runs up my spine. His voice was low, but it was smooth as silk.
She truly was beautiful. Having her curled up to me in the back of the Uber like this was perfect. Never mind my arm half asleep, it was worth being able to watch the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. I had done everything in my will power to keep from completely ravaging her when up in her bedroom an hour earlier. The look on her face when she had opened the door to welcome me in was priceless. Her face had gone so pink and her perfect mouth had hung slack. It had been adorable the way she had run to her room. I thought at first I'd done something wrong. Perhaps said something that triggered or upset her.