When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.
Do you remember, Sir? That night, you became my Dom and I was terrified to disappoint you.
The morning after, her world grew very silent. Words failed to fill the void, almost as if someone opened their mouth to speak their words would violently shatter the silence, so no one dare speak a word.