Raw Pleasures
she said, her voice smooth but edged, “is a double-edged instrument. It can elevate the mind—or reduce it to a slave of its own hunger.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came. The words stuck to the roof of my throat like honey too thick to swallow.
She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “Do you know where you stand?”
“The… the restricted section,” I whispered, as though naming it could lessen the weight of my trespass.
“The forbidden section,” she corrected sharply. “Not restricted. Forbidden. Words matter.”
The reprimand sliced through me with humiliating precision. I felt suddenly younger, smaller, stripped of whatever pretense of boldness had carried me here.
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