... I'd rather write than meditate, anyway ...
Let's see. Clackety-clack. I know there's something in my brain just now that's not random or mundane.
Like my heartfelt fondness for submission and sex with pain.
Jon tells me I'm a little girl incapable of taking care of myself.
From him, it's a compliment.
To him, I'm another potential future concubine.
I know he's trying to...
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