Since it’s a new exercise for me, I used the opportunity to go just a hair to the left of my normal comfort zone (the prompt is “Down,” and I opted for an emotional direction instead of a physical one). Please be advised, the following deals with a subject matter that some might find distasteful.
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Defeated, the ropes dangled from the bedpost. Ignored by the wrists that could not be constrained by them alone.
The lotions, the collar, the paddle – all sat idly nearby, achingly unused. Desolate.
The body, naked and shivering, laid curled up fetal, dead center of the bed. In appearance much more deceased than alive, sans the singular tear, slowly jogging its way down the cheek, to the bridge of an unkissed lip.
Kept from contentment, this had given up on ever being touched in that way again.
Down for so long, the owner of this body hoped for it no more.