Drabble - The First crack appears
I feel something dark coming on ... not really surprising I guess. I want to write of pain, of suffering, of bad things so I probably shall. For all the people I write with and write for...with grateful thanks.
He thinks he is too old for this. He thinks that he’s never been in this much pain but then he thought that last night and the night before that too. His will is not broken yet but until he is broken he’s going to suffer.
He isn’t used to being ignored. He isn’t used to kneeling for long periods of time, naked and on such a hard surface. Sir won’t look at him, won’t even acknowledge he’s in the room. He feels so exposed being the only one without clothes. He grits his teeth; he will not break.
He feels a cold dispassionate touch adjust his posture and he realises with horror that he hasn’t been good, not like he thought he was being. And though his befuddled mind refuses to acknowledge it, he has taken the first step towards being Mastered.
He thinks he is too old for this. He thinks that he’s never been in this much pain but then he thought that last night and the night before that too. His will is not broken yet but until he is broken he’s going to suffer.
He isn’t used to being ignored. He isn’t used to kneeling for long periods of time, naked and on such a hard surface. Sir won’t look at him, won’t even acknowledge he’s in the room. He feels so exposed being the only one without clothes. He grits his teeth; he will not break.
He feels a cold dispassionate touch adjust his posture and he realises with horror that he hasn’t been good, not like he thought he was being. And though his befuddled mind refuses to acknowledge it, he has taken the first step towards being Mastered.