See? It's me there in the bed.
Not relaxed. Not sinking into a downy nest. Not pulling over a comforting cover.
My nerves jangle. Nervous for the unknown. Terror at the sound of a key turning in the lock.
The restraints were broken. I tell myself that. Attempting to comfort.
But not knowing when.
What they'd managed to do before I escaped.
That was what scared me as I lay in the bed.
Leather straps chafing at ankles.
Pinched skin against my wrists.
Twisting flesh as they held me tight. An embrace of restraint rather than one of delight.
Lisa Williams about 2 years ago
Yes- lot of pics online- imagination goes wild when I look at them