untruths….damage
A collection
Thanks to the spreaders and the damage you did!
untruths….damage
A collection
Thanks to the spreaders and the damage you did!
note:
Not My words…these are copied. My time here as of late has been limited. Oh..the Dark feelings are alive, but the mind has been diverted. Enjoy your stolen steel fantasy
Or…reality?
She loved her leg irons, the heavy weight on her ankles; the dragging chain singing with every step. The collar around her neck was pure bliss, thick and heavy; a snug presence around her neck; most comforting. The blow’s of the hammer riveting it around her throat was music to her ears.
But, she didn’t like her light weight handcuffs and begged to be locked into something more appropriate. Led by her leash into a bare cell to be chained to the wall, she laughed when she saw what awaited her. Wrist manacles! Real manacles, that would keep her hands firmly and inescapably locked together.
She eagerly held out her wrists to accept the wide steel bands sighing with relief as each cuff was locked with a loud click. Her wrists now shackled she was in bliss. Safe, secure and inescapably locked away in her cell. She wore her chains like jewelry.
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A darker story, written for the artwork.