• The Mistress commented on the post, crew 7 years, 7 months ago

    Night crew was always the most difficult to work. Sure, every single person on the fucking planet thought it was easier to rob someone at night, but around here? Shoot. No way was it easier. People were on their […]

  • Large, humming, and more than just a little bit annoying, the generators throughout the factory worked against his nerves like sandpaper against a wooden structure. “Goddamnit! Why don’t you just STOP?”

    Arke […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, popcorn 7 years, 7 months ago

    It was really gross seeing all those poor little kernels fall to the floor, wasted like they never were meant for more than the trashcan… but the treat I got in place of enjoying the butterness of the popcorn […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, succeed 8 years, 2 months ago

    It was like the most epic of wins. She was curled on the floor, her feet slightly hidden by the blanket she had attempted to pull from the bed in defense. What kind of defense, I didn’t know. But one thing I did know was that I had won. I had succeeded in one of […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, repeat 8 years, 2 months ago

    Really, he needed to stop it. Over and over and over, he said those words, knowing they hurt me. Over and over and over, he rubbed it in my face that my mentor, my best friend, the man I had fallen in love with was dead. Over and over and over. I wanted him to […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, thread 8 years, 2 months ago

    It shocked me to see the rope breaking just above my fingers. He had assured me of it’s strength, it’s durability, it’s longevity. Looking past the swiftly shredding threads, I saw him. He was crouched on one of many jutting rocks impossible to reach without climbing as I did now; but he had no rope, […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, cells 8 years, 3 months ago

    They were all there, sitting in a row. Little rooms, little prisons, some padded while others were cold, hard cement. My friends and enemies sat in them at night, were released at night, and held against their will. Hard beds, lumpy pillows, thin blankets. Sometimes they gave me a jacket, but only when I misbehaved, […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, predict 8 years, 3 months ago

    I found hattitude to be annoying, almost childish. What made him think he could ever think he could see my death coming to me? Ha! I wanted to laugh in his face for thinking he could predict my too-soon demise. That was… until I felt the blade slide cleanly through my throat, felt the searing […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, belief 8 years, 4 months ago

    His eyes were different than anything I had ever seen. The black depths, like lifeless tar pools, were mesmerizing. The only thought that flitted through my head as his cold, dead fingertips brushed my face was that I could believe now. I could believe that anything was possible. And good things could come from anywhere… […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, beloved 8 years, 4 months ago

    There he was, just standing there as usual… and I couldn’t help but love him. He didn’t love me, but who really cared. He was my beloved, always would be. All I had to do was show him that he loved me back just as much, if not more. Until then, I was content to […]

  • The Mistress commented on the post, funeral 8 years, 4 months ago

    It was a unique experience. I could hear them all milling about like creepers at an orphanage, and you want to know what I thought? The only thing I thought? What did they care about me in death if they couldn’t muster care in life? It was QUITE unique.