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The bands are tight and unforgiving…my body’s only adornment, the garb of weakness.

Arms and hands are pulled up by implacable bonds, and the futile act of reaching—a parody of penitence, of supplication.

I won’t pray to deaf gods.

Thighs bound forcibly apart are useless sentinels, so weak that trembling is their only defense against the plunder of aching, needing, genitals and anus.

Take them. I can’t offer.

Sounds dredged from my throat cause the collar to bite, punctuating the exquisite speech of surrender.

I try not to moan. I try not to beg. I try not to let him hear the need.

…don’t let this be a mistake.