/lit/ - Literature

>>19100616
Sorry that's all that's been in my mind recently, my mental illness has been bad recently and had to get that out, would prefer if I didn't have to though.

I posted picrelated in the /wg/ thread, curious if anyone has any thoughts (I've made a few changes since, but I'm phone posting atm).

>>19078526
Just wrote this - too nonsensical?

>Fucking cunt whore. Piece of shit worthless trash bitch. Puta fea.

>She didn’t look so tough now, blindfolded, gagged, and tied a chair. She wasn’t struggling or trying to shout anymore, but she was breathing hard, sweating bad. I guess she didn’t know that I wasn’t gonna hurt her. Not too bad, anyway. But I guess I didn’t really know that at the time either.

>I rubbed my wrist. The same wrist that once led to my right hand. The tourniquet no longer felt tight, but my brain was still sending signals to clench my fingers, even just wriggle them a bit. But I felt nothing, not even air. It was like grabbing an emptiness that spread throughout my entire body.

>I snapped out of it once that emptiness reached my mind. I directed my attention back towards her. She sat there, head down, resigned to her fate. Not a single excited movement, save from when she flinched as I laid my good hand on her stomach.

>Fingers. I felt fingers. My fingers.

>“What the fuck is going on,” I muttered, less a question than a statement. As I rubbed the fingers I felt through the fabric of the shirt, I could swear I could feel the sensation coming back to my right hand.

>*Mmmh!*

>She squirmed a bit. The sensation went away, and I decided that she didn’t need the gag anymore.

>First, I took off her blindfold. She looked at me, fear in her big, blue eyes. I was scared she’d start shouting if I removed her gag, but I felt she’d be cooperative as I moved my hand behind her neck.

>*CLIP!*

>The ball gag came off. She breathed heavily trying to catch her breath, maintaining eye contact, I guess in fear that I might put the gag back on. Not that I’d really be able to. I only had one hand.

>My own ball gag was still draped around my neck. With no right hand, getting out of my restraints was surprisingly easy, although there were now certain tasks that required much greater effort.

>I looked at her again. She was still catching her breath. I suppose we were both victims, but she could sense I was still furious at her.

>“Are you gonna untie-”

>I brought my finger to my mouth, silently shushing her.

>The fear came back to her face. She looked around briefly to take in her surroundings – a seemingly old factory basement, drenched in darkness save for a lone, solitary bulb – and she spoke again, quietly, but urgently.

>“I promise, I can explain.”