There's a pit.
Yawning open.
There's a pit.
I surrender.
There are so many tools of punishment in here.
Sado-masochist, cis, dom, queer -
what's there to fear?
This is what you wanted.
That's a neat trick, but you can't take my love.
It won't fit.
I said red.
It won't fit.
I surrender.
You're well connected, aren't you? Do you like me?
Whips, chains, ropes -
Soon I'll be free.
This is what I wanted.
I'm in that space where wrong is right for now.
Speak of it.
It was wrong.
Speak of it.
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