Friday Picture Show Week 28

For a moment, she floats.

Everything is silent in the blue-green filter of her escape. The dress she wears – the flimsy white one with the barely-there fabric – lifts, the water a thin veil of protection. She looks down, the room now absent of all the people with their eyes drinking her in like so much champagne.

Behave, pet.”

His words cut into her flesh, sharply hissed on a hot, angry breath. She crashes back down onto solid ground as His fingers press into the pulse points on her neck.

She straightens her posture, on display for Him once again.


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