Can you die of shame?

A personal assistant is in too deep..

She was going to die of shame. The anguish which was tearing into her, her mind on fire, her body quivering with desperately contained energy - energy that should be being used to resist, to run, get away from this insanity, but which for some unimaginable reason she was viciously suppressing - this anguish would kill her, surely? Except that experience had taught her it wouldn’t - that she would survive this, this devastating, self-image destroying humiliation - that tomorrow morning, she would wake from a drugged sleep (she hasn’t managed to sleep without pills for weeks), alone in her small iron bed, alive, healthy (apart from the tendernesses), but with a snake-pit of burning shame mixed irretrievably with unlooked for excitement (be honest, call it arousal) writhing in her brain, in her belly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 24 minutes

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