SAGE
Pacing to and forth in my room, all I did was think about her for two fucking straight days, even when I had tried to stop myself, she clouded my entire thoughts.
My jaw clenched furiously, and I've not even gotten any feedback on how she was faring. My hate for her increased to think that all I could do for the past few days after her punishment was worry.
I was worried about her, and I didn't like it. I ran my fingers frustratingly through my hair and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. Memories of her screaming when she was being flogged haunted me like a nightmare until she passed out.
Severally, I had told myself she deserved it, she deserved whatever hate and cruelty that was given to her, but a shallow part of myself still questions if that's true.