A Dominants imperfect side. Love them anyway 

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Grind

​All resistance melts.

All fighting stops as the hand encircles the neck. 

The noise stuck fast in a primal silent scream. 

The knife works fast, unyielding. 

Clothes despatched in tatters. 

Flesh owned. 

White lines turn to red. 

A madness consuming both. 

Dragged, thrown, ravaged, devoured. 

Surrendered to the carnal frenzy burning within them