Beneath the Whip
In treating her harshly, I was not diminishing her—I was exalting her, honouring the strength that allowed her to receive and endure.
The game was built on power, but my feelings went beyond it. There was admiration, devotion, and something close to worship woven into every interaction.
Every moment with Judy was precious, and I intended to savour every second of my short leave with her. My world, my desires, my very sense of belonging—all of it revolved around her.
As an introvert, my energy was reserved for only those who truly mattered, and no one mattered more than Judy. There was no need for distractions, no urge to socialise beyond her presence.
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