her-master: The first blow, the bloom of fire that fades, and the little voice in your head that says that wasn’t so bad. Maybe I can take it after all… And then that precious moment where everything breaks, the pain mounts, and you want nothing
her-master: The first blow, the bloom of fire that fades, and the little voice in your head that says that wasn’t so bad. Maybe I can take it after all… And then that precious moment where everything breaks, the pain mounts, and you want nothing