I was stunned by the quick and certain willingness.
I was mesmerized; sickened.
I imagined myself.
I could only feel rage, deep rage.
I wanted to own them; I could do that.
The whipping.
It disturbed me.
I can take a lot of pain, more than most.
It is the restraint, I think..
Why are the women so lovely, in their slavery?
Why are the men so crude, ugly?
Except one.
But she, she was the most beautiful thing.
She said she would stay through it all, bear it all, and bare it all.
Just to see how the story would end.
When You Were Mine 