Only dreaming
From the very depths of my masochistic painslut kink, a disturbingly ambiguous monologue on dark fantasies
This is part 5 of the tale of the Governor’s Wife – you can catch up with the story so far at the links below
Why is she not afraid? Is it the reassuring presence of Elijah Blackstone, the man who has vowed to come to her rescue should she ask for surcease? He leads her by bound wrists through dark wooden passageways to his cabin, the largest room on the ship. Her tread is sure, her back straight; at a glance her bowed head would appear a stance of resignation or of fear. But no, it hides a wicked exhilaration – flushed and wide-eyed, there is an exultant smile twitching at the corner of her mouth.