“Know that with every ounce of pain you receive from me means you are mine to call, control and use. Submit to me and you will know no greater pleasure my pet.”—Last night’s conversation with my slave. (via cometomemypet)
i wasn’t trying to kill myself, not really. it was just there: the water and the falling music of it. i was in need of that sort of rush, a sort of deathsong baptism like the day i drove across a bridge and had this urge to accelerate and aim for the side, dive over the abutment and rush past every temptation. i just closed my eyes and mouth and let the water hold me, the cold cocoon of it tumbling and throwing me against everything that had ever gone wrong.