Description
To long I've held this need. So many things piled up on my shoulders. I long for catharsis. A place to just leave everything on the floor when I'm done. I didn't know he'd even noticed. I sense him before I see him. His scent curls up around me like a warm blanket around my body and an iron fist around my throat. In my path, he's been strangely silent as of late and his appearance makes me nervous but I am strong. Even here I refuse to show my vulnerability and weakness. With confidence I continue into the room. Each click echoes off the walls and punctuates the step. "Good evening, pet." His voice is deep and smooth, running over my frayed nerves in a manner that soothes the savageness running through my veins. In that moment I know... until he's done with me, I am under his command.
Journal Entry
