I have these vivid fantasies about girls in holes. Deep narrow holes. Holes that if they stretched on tiptoes hands could almost claw at ground that would crumble beneath them. Manicured nails made ragged and bleeding. These girls are dirty with stringy hair, tears and running mascara. They are usually wet too- though I never recall dosing them in water. I leave the water usage for my water torture fantasies. I laugh at these girls. Tease them. Poke them with sticks, step on their fingers. Mostly I think I just like seeing them cry. Hearing them beg me to help. But I can't. Even if I wanted to. Because there is always a him lurking somewhere in the darkness... and the chance that the next hole he had me dig- could be my own.
Analyze that.
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