He wasn't going to admit he was wrong. He was going to continue doing the same thing and she would have to get used to it. He would drag her into a deep confusion about her actions. He would dictate her breathing by choking her unconscious. For him it was trust. The game had moved beyond the safe word. He had convinced her it was divine inspiration. The rib of Adam, the transcendence into one flesh. They were rapt in his madness.
For her it was a dark place she illuminated throughout her life time. She always found herself there alone with her thoughts. He knew that place too but for him there was only darkness no light, no hope. He needed her. She would learn just how much.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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