The whip struck, first tearing up her dress, then digging deeper until it found flesh. Strike after strike it crisscrossed her back like a map. She was on her knees, curled up like a ball, her screams echoed each...

“So tell me. Are you fucking my husband as well?” Bernice was surprised I was so blunt. She didn't reply but she couldn't help herself. She giggled before looking away. Of course she did. I knew it. Bernice was helping me...

Fragmented words creep into my dictionaryHow can I make you understand?The dissatisfaction of your own hideThoughts of my poetry skinning you alive If every point had a reasonThen every word would have a meaningI'll lure you in, since your intriguedFinding...