Willing Victim by DarkStalker1 -- http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com Who am I? Who is this person that I’ve transformed into since coming here? It’s certain that I’m no longer the innocent girl who began writing an article on ‘abnormal’ sexual relationships at the behest of her editor on the regional paper. Nor am I the naive teen that knocked at the heavy door of said editor’s residence on the outskirts of said region having been invited to discuss the progress of said article. Her laughter as she read the piece burned into my consciousness and I demanded that she explain herself. Who did she think she was to judge what I’d written? Who was she to tell me, as she then did, that I needed to do more research? Now, two long weeks later, I lie here docilely as she bends me to her will and prepares me for her pleasure, her voice a soft whisper of gentle reassurance in my ears. The polished tabletop on which I lie is cool against my bare flesh and yet I burn inside. I hear her moving...
