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.questa fantasia. He had never heard the man apologize, but it was one of his strongest fantasies. Every night as he closes his eyes, head resting, he can see so clearly how those cruel lines soften, taking upon themselves a sense of regret as lips tremble, allowing sweet whispers to escape. This is, of course, nothing more than a dream if he were allowed to commit such an act. Apologies were above the man. He was not equal; he was not a cherished bedmate that needed to be impressed. There was no point, Sil saw, for the man to apologize.
It was an agonizing thing, this fantasy. For it was something so close, so tangible, and yet always remaining a bre
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Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
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