What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenanceā¦and intimacy.
āThen allow me to offer you some advice: Take a thousand, naked pictures of yourself nowā¦believe me, one day you will look at those photos with much kinder eyes and say, "Dear God, I was a beautiful thing!"ā -Moira Rose