Buried Love
My master loves me. That’s what I tell myself. It has become a desperate mantra over and over with each breath. I’m becoming frantic. In spite of everything I know I start to panic. I’m sure that my arms and legs are flexing even if I can’t feel them. As the muscles of my torso tighten it feels like cold snakes spasming over my chest and back. Only nothing happens really. I feel but I don’t move. I’ve never been so immobile. ...