#dirtywriting

—Hands gripping sheets. The moans and screams of pleasure radiating through the room. Horrific. All that is before me. Watch as these people get taken advantage of. A hand grips the collar around my throat, and suddenly, I am drawn back to reality. I look up at the man towering above me. I sink in on myself.

—"Oh sweet thing. I don't wish to hurt you. I want to take you away from this awful place." He chuckles.

—Deceptively kind. This thing hasn't given me a name nor a title. Just looks at me with his oh so mockingly sweet eyes. Treating me as if I'm no more than a pet.

—A reluctant burning in my groin. Part of this power imbalance is sickly seductive.