Anger

- Glyndon Walton: ( Jealous Girl by Lana Del Rey)

I don't remember when I fell asleep. All I know is how tired and completely worn out I felt after what Kathrine did to me.

Her words, though, lingered in my mind, etched there like a brand, along with the memory of her fastening the chains around my body.

" I wouldn't want you any other way. Hate me, despise me more, bully me more, call me a Lesbo, tell me I'm going to hell, treat me like the gum under your shoes… That turns me on, knowing you do that in public while I have you squirming, squirting, begging, crying, and dry orgasming in private, Glyndon Walton."

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the soft glow of morning sunlight streaming into my room.

The clock read 6 a.m., and the air was crisp and still. I blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings.