Happy STS!
I'm having a tired brain day and failing at coming up with a good question, so just give me something you wrote recently. A few lines you think I'd get a kick out of, a few lines you got a kick out of, whatever. Share something tasty with me 💜
Happy STS, Winter, and I know it's Tuesday! You said you like angsty kink, so I decided to find you some from my WIP, Good Slaves Never Break the Rules, and it took me this long. IDK if my definition meets yours exactly, but I did the best I could:
Neither one said it, but both knew who he meant: the free women of his past who had wanted to own him and control him and cruelly punish him if he refused. The ones who held the power of life and death over him the second they opened their mouths to accuse him of the kinds of improprieties of which a slave was never presumed innocent.
Louisa was not controlling; was not dominant; was not cruel. But right now, she was full of the kind of anger and pain that could make even a rational girl do something irrational; something monstrous.Â












