1. Accursed Dawn
Lips upon mine. Demanding. Pressuring.
Clothes removed. Hands and lips wander.
Uncertainty engulfs my mind, a young girl’s thoughts.
Mouths suckle upon my body. Fingers delve and explore.
My response should shame me, but I cannot help myself.
I enjoy the hands, the lips. The darkness becomes my sanctuary, my beloved place. In darkness, the hands and lips return for another night of pleasure.
Time passes. The hands and lips continue their wonderful journeys. I long for more. I long for something I cannot name. But the hands and lips know. They promise me the future we long for.
But even the darkness cannot last. O unwelcome dawn! Be gone with thee! There’s no place here for you! You cannot have them!
Dawn comes nonetheless. With it, knowledge. Anger. Hate. Decrees.
The hands and lips are gone. Taken forever beyond my reach. Dawn, I curse thee! Would that the darkness could smite you beneath us.
But the darkness is gone as well. And I am forced to ever sit in the light I now despise.
No other will ever entice me into the darkness, for they cannot. I am taken, and by my own will, I will not have another.
Let the others have the power they so covet! I ask only to enter the darkness again to find that which was cruelly taken from me.
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