#Castle

All is distant; it is happening, but to some frozen thing, some failed person, some pathetic tragedy, and she cannot but recognise the truth of Anne-Marie's words, that there is in her body a deep welcome for the warmth her violators are providing as they defile her. None of it matters, in any case, for she is powerless, meaningless, trussed. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2600 words

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She was not happy, she was not sad; those concepts had no purchase. She had no choices; everything that happened to her was ordained. She could not move unless controlled to do so. All she could do was breathe; nothing she thought or did made the slightest difference to what happened to her, save for her offering herself into the cruelties which were the only remission from the tank. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes; 3000 words

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All that matters is that they own me, and that they are ruthless and cruel. I must please them, as best I can. And in order to please them, I'm going to have to become the willing and eager sex toy they require. Anything else will mean the tank, or worse. It's there in me— I know it is— the capacity to give myself over to sexual depravity; to forget everything but sex. Sex and pain and fear. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2700 words

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