Taken By the Beast
“She didn’t want to wake him, but her bottom hurt too much to sleep. She was sore from both the caning and the fucking and needed Advil. She closed the bedroom door and switched on a light in the living room. She put on the kettle, thinking to make herself a cup of tea while searching for the painkillers. Opening the cabinets, she rummaged through them. He’d bought some today; she’d seen him unpack it.“There you are,” she said, reaching in the back of a cupboard. She tore the box open, took the bottle out, and slipped two pills into her hand. She then took a glass, filled it with water, and swallowed the pills. She turned the kettle off before it whistled and made a cup of tea, then made her way to the bookshelf. She’d read for a bit while the pills worked, then she’d go back to sleep.While looking through the selection, she managed to knock over a bookend and some of the books slipped to the floor.“Shit,” she said, not wanting to wake him. He would surely have heard that.She set her t...ea down and was gathering everything when she came upon the file.MoreLess
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