Rawnie Sabor

It was hard to be strong when vulnerable.

You may take your punishment in one of the private rooms or on one of my stages. When you let me know which you’d prefer, you better be polite. Otherwise, I’ll choose for you, and you won’t like what I pick.”

What is the point of being in this world if I can’t be with you?” Natalya put her hand on Evie’s, squeezing it gently. “I am on earth by force. It is my prison. My punishment. Before, it felt just like that. It doesn’t with you. With you, the world feels like a gift. Being with you is life itself. If I don’t have you, I might as well not exist

She opened and closed her hand reflexively. It was a habit she’d picked up from her dad. He’d told her it was a replacement for hitting things, and you should only do that for professional or defensive reasons

He remembered the promises he’d made. To only take her when she begged. To only taste her when she cried out for it.

He would make her beg. And he would make her scream.

They were both beautifully dangerous, but he was dark and still, like an oil spill at sea. Natalya was passion and destruction. A non-contained forest fire.

Shame was a hard feeling to overcome, especially in response to something like this. It left you feeling dirty. Like there was something wrong with you for liking what you liked.

You are a precious thing, Lily. Precious things come at a great cost. If the price for you is scars, I will bear them gladly