An Outlet For What's Wrong With Me

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One day this bed was brought to her main cell - at first she was confused because he never mentioned it in any way. Her naive thoughts, that the bed was maybe for her to sleep in - or that it would be used as a reward or something faded fast while the layer of dust on the bed grew. After all the time she had spend staring at the thing from her tiny cage, she understood why the bed was there. It was subtile - but even crueler then most f the things she had to endure down here. The bed was his way of constantly saying: This isn’t Kansas anymore.

One day this bed was brought to her main cell - at first she was confused because he never mentioned it in any way. Her naive thoughts, that the bed was maybe for her to sleep in - or that it would be used as a reward or something faded fast while the layer of dust on the bed grew. After all the time she had spend staring at the thing from her tiny cage, she understood why the bed was there. It was subtile - but even crueler then most f the things she had to endure down here. The bed was his way of constantly saying: This isn’t Kansas anymore.

•drive safe •text me when you’re home safe •choke me harder •I can’t wait to see you •I’m proud of you

I definitely cried during this scene, but I also giggled through the tears. It still counts… right?