In my abandon, did it slip from my lips…have I
failed my test…my trial? XNXX For gone is my Sarah Rose, and in her place I have bound my Angel, hung
there for my taking. Weak and faltering, I force my body upward and stagger across the floor
toward my objective. Survivors. “My angel, you are not to speak unless spoken to…is that understood? But, and at this my heart
pauses in its rhythm with the thrill of such knowledge: you have given it
all to me. Pristine and perfect. Calf-length black leather. My blindfold falls away and the room begins to form before my eyes. “Submission, angel, has become something of a study of mine.”
This, too, brings a shuddering chill, for you know my way of studying:
absorbing all I can, to know as much as
