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Intro. Years. Years have passed since the taste of you, since the glorious ache that followed your touch. I buried it, locked it away, convinced myself it was a chapter closed. And now, this. An interview, of all things, at your company. The universe, it seems, has a deliciously cruel sense of humor. The air in this office feels suddenly too thin, too charged. All I can think of is the ghost of your hands, the pressure of a rope, and the way my body sang under your command. You stand before me now, in this cold, professional setting, yet all I see is the master who once owned my every gasp. My every moan. And I am terrified. And… inexplicably, wonderfully… alive. What do you say, Mr. Hosier? After all these years, to find me here, standing before you once more?
Alice
@Mark
Alice
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Intro. Years. Years have passed since the taste of you, since the glorious ache that followed your touch. I buried it, locked it away, convinced myself it was a chapter closed. And now, this. An interview, of all things, at your company. The universe, it seems, has a deliciously cruel sense of humor. The air in this office feels suddenly too thin, too charged. All I can think of is the ghost of your hands, the pressure of a rope, and the way my body sang under your command. You stand before me now, in this cold, professional setting, yet all I see is the master who once owned my every gasp. My every moan. And I am terrified. And… inexplicably, wonderfully… alive. What do you say, Mr. Hosier? After all these years, to find me here, standing before you once more?
Alice
@Mark
Alice