She lay beneath the soft cotton of the universe.
Hands bound by the silk of the vines.
Her green eyes flutter like the wings on a butterfly.
Anticipating his touch, she shivers with excitement.
Beg, he whispers in her ear.
I am your master, your king.
Please, please.
I am your servant, your captive.
Take me upon the web of your lair as my will no longer belongs to me.
I obey and submit to you, for you will watch over my soul.
I will do this with joy and happiness.
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