Spicy Hot
I lie there, panting, trembling, covered with red marks that are beginning to throb painfully.
He approaches, places his hand on my forehead, wipes my tears.
"You see?" he murmurs. "Pain is not an enemy. It is a key. It opens doors inside you that you did not know you had. It prepares the way for what is to come."
"What is to come?" I breathe.
"Pleasure. True pleasure. The kind that exists only after pain. The kind that washes everything away, that erases everything, that fills everything."