se7enchance

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She tries to wield power shaped like silence. He relieves her of it's weight with the practice of a thousand repetitions. Her struggle against mental bondage is made in feeble gasps. She drowns in shame and climaxes. He pulls her from the riptide and sets her on a pedestal, still dripping from the waist down. She shivers in denial, and sets about her mind with whiteout and equity.
He allows her to feel any way she would like.
For a little while.

8:57 p.m. - 2016-01-26

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