always ansley

December 13, 2008, 5:15 pm
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Her eyes were closed, my mouth grinning. “Not good enough.” She winced, then widened those big brown puppy dog eyes. “Not even close.” She was tied to an old wooden chair, bound by rope and gagged.  She sat diligently, not a single labored breath escaped her. She was naked, honest. She was mine for the taking. Her bangs spilled over her forehead, I pushed them aside as I slid the rope over her eyes. She was mine.

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