Monday Thirst

Delicate twists of a frayed ribbon, her neck lined with the remnants of his destruction. Once around, his fist holding her fate, he looped his finger as the soft fabric tightened her noose. Eyes widening, her breaths hot and labored, she watched with devotion as he once again twisted the vice that slowly devoured her ability to breathe.

“Do you trust me?” he asked?

“With my entire life,” she replied.

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