Dark Amnesty
I awake from a deep sleep, dark dreams of him. I don’t see you. I am still half asleep, but can smell you. An ice cold chainmail single tail whip presses against my throat. My body pinned to the bed by yours, unable to move. Your voice growls in my ear. ‘Go ahead. Scream. No one can hear you.’ I know not to waste energy, I am going to need it. Believe it or not, I feel safest in your hands no matter what they are doing to me. This includes scaring and torturing me.