BDSM
Who’s the Prey Now?
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My sister is dead. She committed suicide for a man.
When I was sorting through her belongings, I found a pair of handcuffs and some photographs.
In the photos, she was completely naked, her body covered in bruises.
A rush of blood surged through me, my whole body turned cold, and I was instantly overwhelmed by an indescribable terror and confusion.
But I didn’t know yet that the person who started all this had no intention of stopping.
And I was his next target.
Surrender
During the first week of the semester, I frequently dreamed of two men. Both of them claimed to be my boyfriend.
I woke up every morning with my entire body aching, so I went to see a psychiatrist.
“It’s just too much stress. Don’t be nervous.”
He gave me a mild smile and prescribed some medication. “Take these, and you’ll fall asleep much earlier.”
Later, I realized the dreams were only getting longer.
In the dream, the other man pinned my hands down and chuckled.
“I told you to keep the dosage small. If it lasts too long, she won’t be able to handle it.”
