#getting ready

Getting ready.

For, something.

Dinner. Night out. Workout. The day.

Getting ready for a night out.

so, let me paint a picture for you. titus danforth and his sugar baby. someone with three jobs that is barely getting by. and it's only right that titus helps, right? what does he get in return? some good pussy and someone that doesn't want to control him.

and you get money. enough to keep the lights on in your apartment. titus is a pretty interesting guy, too. not like anybody you've met before. violent, but not towards you. not in the way you're used to.

his violence is calculated. there's anger in him sometimes (most of the time), but it doesn't get taken out on you. not in that way, at least. he's not violent with his hands, but he pounds your pussy, hands squeezing your throat.

you see stars when he fucks you like that.

here's the thing. you don't know about the games, you don't know about the council, you don't know about the things Titus and his twin have been trained to do.

of course he doesn't tell you. he doesn't want to scare you away. yeah, he fantasised about seeing you covered in blood beneath him. not your own, someone that you've killed. a killing you made to become part of his world.

here's the thing, Titus doesn't know you can handle yourself out there. you grew up in a rough neighbourhood, with a dangerous family. People died around you and you defended yourself time and time again.

if you found yourself part of the games, you could handle yourself. and it would make titus incredibly hard.

this is how food for an unspecified amount of time looks like. i used to be so organised about this shit, counting every gram. i mean, i still do, because i need to know how much i'm carrying (this food for example is 2.34kg). but i now know that not being able to sleep at night because you chose the lighter quilt over the warmer heavier sleeping bag, is worse then carrying the extra weight.

the huts along the way that sell food, has to get it flown in by helicopter in summer, and snow scooter in winter. so it's expensive. rightfully so. carrying this food will save me a couple of 100€ in the end, which is not nothing.

this also means no trash is to be left behind. you need to carry it down the mountain yourself. fair. and that's everything, all of it. teabags and hygiene products included. i'm still hoping it's allowed to burn it in some of the saunas along the way, but i'm not sure how strict they are about it.

anyways, three weeks with drop toilets, no electricity, no running water, no cell service or net, a sun that never sets, and possible lots and lots of rain. i can't wait.

artic circle here i come! just need to take a flight, a night train, another train and then two busses. and then i'll be there.