On my knees, the candle lit room outlining every detail of my body with his, my master. He holds a leash attached to a collar that wraps around my neck with every struggle. I look towards the door while he has his back turned. My instinct made my hands hit the floor and try to crawl my way to the exit, being fully aware of the consequences that would follow. The collar then snapped back, making me fall backwards and sit down. I knew the very cause of my failure of escape. I even knew I was going to fail. How did I know? Because I wanted to. “What did I tell you about trying to escape?” He wa… 阅读更多内容
