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Carly stood on the precipice at the edge of the clearing, looking down at the white river thundering past far below. Spray kicked up from the water as it tumbled over the rocky valley, obscuring the view further up into the mountains; across the valley atop the steep granite cliff the hills rolled away, gradually subsiding into the plains, empty, barren, abandoned, far beyond her view.
She remembered only short while ago standing on the exact same spot, gazing at the rugged, serene beauty of the mountainside. And she had said to herself, right then, that she would be happy to spend the rest of her life there with Lonnie, under the fast-moving clouds and the chill, hard-edged wind, so clean and fresh and free of pollution. She had not considered at the time that some day, fate may bring her back to that very spot, and have her stand atop the cliff, feeling the cold breeze on her tear-stained cheeks, wondering just how much of that sentimental thought had been truth, and how much had been the escapist musings of a mind so battered, twisted and tormented that it was nothing but an abstract of its former self.
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Prose for the Taken
Taken from the place you called your home
For the pleasures of pure evil personified
Lock yourself away inside your mind
Learn how to love from one you call your own
And hold that love when all else is denied
You’ll never know the world you left behind
- COMMENTS
astuffedshirt_pervover 3 years agoWow. Completely amazing. Usually I won't dive into a story this long unless I know the author, but this pulled me right in. Very impressive. But:
“You would kill a fellow slave? Then you are already becoming like me.”
This is when you lower you gun and shoot a foot off, right? No? Just me?
Anonymousabout 4 years agoThis author frequently blends an erotic theme (specifically lezdom enforced arousal and denial) with a wider plot line (usually science fiction). Here, the erotic element is used superbly as a device to hold the reader's attention through a tale told entirely from a single point of view yet told in the third person. It is superbly done and makes an excellent piece of literature, not just erotica.
V.S.
entemeover 8 years agoUtterly brilliant
10/10 for imagination
10/10 for ease of reading,
10/10 for grammar and spelling.
11/10 for eroticism and suspense.
Now I must continue tomorrow, as exhausted and soaked the bath towel, I was sitting on.
I imagine, a bit like Carly did to her bed, so many times.
VyresOfTheArtalmost 10 years agoWow this was an amazing story. Sadly, I expected the bittersweet ending. Kinda had a feeling that the Medea was just like Carly and Lonnie; an unwilling slave, at least at first.
