So I’m laying there face down naked on my bed ankles tied to the corners with rough rope a little slack because He knows it will me not to panic, to be able to struggle a little, not be able to get out tho.
breathing. My breath comes a little easier now that I’ve been beat a little, scared a little.. I’ve been hating myself SO BAD
I test my hands too, resting above my ass and also a bit of room but I can’t get out. I struggle and struggle and struggle! And cry
”scream into my hand, guttarally- DO IT
I SCREAM. There’s no one to hear and I let it loose wild and full all the anger and FEAR and sadness
”you are no longer allowed to hide your tears from me Sarah. I will fucking beat it out of you otherwise” and He proves this by striping my legs for me, methodically ankles calves back of knees thighs