Hail Holy Queen

Hail holy Queen, Mother of Mercy… His right hand violently tears my blouse and yanks the lacy bra beneath. I can hear the shiny buttons that I adored so much dropping on the screed; everything is happening so fast yet ironically, the world around me appears to be moving in slow motion. The sounds are... Continue Reading →


"She’d rather stomach the vile act however sickening it felt. At least this wouldn’t leave dark scars on her back and thighs."

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