Kate grimaced as she wiped the eye liner off for the millionth time, leaving her eyes a bloodshot red to match her irritated lids. This was not what she’d had in mind when she set about applying colour to her face. She puffed her flushed cheeks and began again, glancing at her phone to confirm … Continue reading Preparation
She had tried to convince herself that when he promised here "just a taste" and the rest at bedime, he was referring to the cake batter, a fantasy she'd been able to maintain right up until the point he ordered her to bare herself.
Beca watched the train pull away, taking any chance of freedom she might have had with it. She tried to imbue the moment with a certain romanticism, imagining herself the much put-upon heroine, a damsel in distress or some such. She may have even succeeded, but trains were not very romantic these days. The last … Continue reading Sent Away