“Y-you found me? I… I knew you’d come eventually. Knew you’d figure out where they were taking us, all the girls.”
“It’s been… how long?! I don’t… I don’t know, I guess… I’ve been asleep a lot… I always feel so sleepy. I think …
“Y-you found me? I… I knew you’d come eventually. Knew you’d figure out where they were taking us, all the girls.”
“It’s been… how long?! I don’t… I don’t know, I guess… I’ve been asleep a lot… I always feel so sleepy. I think …
Found frozen in the act of forgetting
Posed and pretty
Plastic and perfect
This could be you
And it will be.
Your pose for the day, doll.
Arms locked in place.
Frozen on your knees.
Eyes staring upward.
Tits exposed and ready.
Mouth open and eager.
Even the sound of your earrings, jingling as he uses you,
is louder than your thoughts.
“They aren’t a cult.”
Quinn sounded so matter-of-fact about it. She always did these days; I seemed to be the crazy one, the unreasonable one, always losing my shit. Screaming, sobbing, accusing her new “friends” of changing her, somehow, brainwashing her, for some inscrutable purpose.
It sounded crazy. I …
Her legs, bound in fishnets, shaped by heels, her legs were not her own.
Every step brings me closer
Every step takes me deeper
She felt so empty, but so heavy, she could never have climbed the steps on her own, but her treacherous legs, locked in lace, slowly did …
"The higher the heels," she whispered, "the better it feels."
Couldn't remember how she'd got there, but she leaned against the wall, so weak, legs trembling, so unused to the towering shoes that bound her body and ruled her mind.
"The higher the heels, the better it feels..."
She hoped …