It's not everyday you find one like this. A raw specimen, a rarety among the walking peasants of this worn out countryside. Sturdy. Healthy. Muscles ripped, a mountain of human tendons reaching and contracting. A spectacular show.
My body trembles. I watch you. Every time you pause, my whip falls between your shoulders. I don't have to. I just enjoy the way it sounds as it breaks into your flesh and the way your muscles respond as it absorbs each blow.
I wonder what goes through your mind in moments like this. I wait. Patiently. For I know as night falls it will be me at the other side of mercilessness.
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My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool is s/he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!
~Marquis de Sade