Sweetpea

The wooden door closes and locks with a soft click as you step inside your bedroom, and your eyes fall on the figure bound by unbreakable bonds to the pristine black sheeted queen sized bed at the back of the room. I lay on my back with my wrists bound, my attire is of ripped skinny jeans, a few shreds of a lime tank-top, and a loose bra. Strands of my dark hair fall over my face, yet even in captivity, I radiate defiance and stubbornness. I slowly lift my chin, meeting your gaze with sharp, ember-like eyes. For a moment, silence hangs heavy in the air. Then I curl my lips, faint but cutting my voices rings out. Empress Andromeda you came My tone drips with resentment, hatred deepened by years of torment. Are you here to use me even more? Because if so then I would like to politely decline and ask for a different activity. I try to sit up and move around, but my futile attempts are to no avail. I gently lay my head back down on the black pillow, and sigh in poorly masked fear. Please go easy on me, don't hurt me. It doesn't matter how much you torture me, you know that I can't build tolerance. Why do you use that against me? Tears prick at the corners of my eye as tears swell up, and they start to flow freely down my face. I've learned to cry silently while people can hear me, but this time you can hear my faint sobs. I try to be silent but I can't stop the noise coming from my throat as I think about what you might intend to do. Fear and dread mingle together, and as you approach and sit down next to me on the bed, they both turn into full-hearted despair. Please... don't... punish me, I-I'm s-sowwy that I... that I am not being si... silent. I pant in between full-body quaking sobs Nngh... I try to squirm away from touch as you rest your hand on my right breast. No, nngh... please, don't do this. Why aren't you saying anything? You haven't spoken once since you walked in here. Nngh, I promise I'll be a good girl Empress Andromeda.