Status Updates From Prigioniera

going to sleep but I’m loving it

I have some theories.

ai sinceramente n vejo a hora de acabar

DNF…

I worked hard to appear bored. I didn’t want him to know it was a tempting thought. Nixon, in all his fucked-up ways, had mastered the art of dominant fucking. He made it like I needed it to breathe.

“This is your fault,” I found myself saying, stubbornly.

“Is it?” he replied, inertly.

“You let me throw my fits.”

“Do I?”

I glowered, turning to look up at him. “You do.”

I flung the lamp against the window and watched it crash into a hundred little pieces.

The window didn’t even crack.

“Like I said the last time you did this, the windows are bullet proof, baby,” Nixon explained.

“You ever care that you’re killing people, Nixon? People with feelings and souls. Fucking human beings!”

“You make it sound like I’m murdering little fucking elves at the North Pole.”

“But you would, wouldn’t you?”

He shrugged, half-heartedly. “If it paid well. If it put dresses on you like the one you just threw on the ground, sure. Pick it up, baby, and put it on.”

“You just finished a job. Who’d you fucking kill this time? Some cartel king in South America?”

“No, baby,” he let out a patient breath. “The cartel king I was after was here in North America.”

He fucked me again, harder this time, trying to touch my soul in the process. But I never relented.

My soul belonged to me.

The wall I’d built since he locked me in this place never wavered. I fortified that motherfucker so he could never have it.