Rhiow
A tough little toy. Already walking around as though nothing had happened to her, in the same places she was before. Annoying, that. It’s fun to watch them wallow and crawl. I feel almost like I did her a disservice now, not breaking her legs or spine or otherwise making recovery more difficult for her. Through truth be told? She’s like a one night stand. Great for a single night of pleasure, but soon she will fade away, become a memory of delight and shame. One day I will forget her name, forget that it even had happened, and one day I will have her child try to kill me for such a small night of fun in my life. It’s lovely, really.










