He watches as I saunter across the room and open a drawer.I grab what I need.When The Punisher sees what’s in my hand, the front of his gray slacks instantly bulges.
It takes all my willpower not to bring up the poke bowl I had for lunch.
But I didn’t expect anything less.I mean, he and his predecessors were found inThe Dungeon Below.Think Craigslist, but so much worse.
Any kink, the sky’s the limit, can be found on this site.Everyone hides behind usernames, giving them a sense of anonymity and perhaps a bravado they wouldn’t have in real life.
I fell down the rabbit hole one night and have been submerged ever since.The deeper I dig, the harder it is to see the light.I didn’t even know such a thing existed until I met…her.
I met her one cold, rainy night, as clichéd as it sounds.
She was my missing half.
Dandy was my only friend.
But now…I’ve made another.
And what a friend she is.
I stand in front of this sniveling, pathetic man, feeling nothing but disgust.This feeling has accompanied me since my innocence was stolen from me three years ago.I don’t look at people, especially men, the same way I used to.
I had this hatred bubbling inside me that was about to explode.
I was a ticking time bomb.
I needed help.
I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t.
I didn’t know if I was ready to face what happened, but I knew I had to at least try.I couldn’t run from the ghosts of my past forever.
So, one cold, rainy night, I walked into a support group for sexual assault victims.The moment I sat down, I knew I’d made a mistake.Just the word victim pissed me off because I wasn’t one.
I was about to leave when a girl sat next to me.
She was my complete opposite.
Blonde.
Green eyes.
She had a girl-next-door vibe.
She smelled of strawberries.
She turned to look at me, and said, “Wanna get high?”
I nodded because I needed any excuse to get me out of there.
Who knew that night I would discover two things—getting high helped quieten the noise and that Jupiter Lemmings would forever change my life.
She taught me things about myself that I didn’t even know—things like when I place the gimp mask over The Punisher’s face and unzip it, I feel alive.
I don’t usually feel anything, so to go from unfeeling tothisis like injecting the biggest hit of the most potent drug into my bloodstream.
I’m a junkie, and I am hooked.
Some may call me a masochist.
