shrink, shrank, shrunk | hunter & rowan
So this sucked. It was the first time she had ever been whipped, and trying to keep up her flippant attitude was becoming more and more difficult as the day progressed and her back gained more and more markings. Not that she was stupid enough to goad her punishers, more that she was trying to keep from breaking from the pain. Rowan slumped in her bindings, wrists sore from holding her upright. Suddenly she could see and hear, blinking into the sunlight as she recognized the person standing in front of her.
“No. No, no, no, please no. The last thing I need today is to be psychoanalyzed. I don’t remember making an appointment.”
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