Cry Baby
S.K. Pryntz
I was raised on a leash.
Not metaphorically or poetically…
An actual fucking collar around my throat, bolted to the concrete beside Mistress’s bed.
I learned early on that obedience tasted better than starvation and blood could be washed away, where broken bones couldn’t be.
At night I was freed from my chains…
sent as her prized dog to hunt for her next bitch.
My job was
Find them, break them, sell them.
Until him…
He thought he was hunting a monster.
He didn’t realize I was leading him straight into my cage.
I didn’t become a cop to let red tape stop me.
My boyfriend has been missing for months and this bureaucratic bullshit was not going to stand.
I knew it was a trap the moment I saw breadcrumbs, but I can’t stop myself from diving into the dark world I’ve found myself in.
He was ruthless, trying to break me, but I wouldn’t shatter like the others.
I will take him down with me.
Despite how hard I fight. I am losing who I am.
And as the pieces fall.
They are creating a new puzzle.
Who we are together.
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