Hide From It, So That It May Not Find You

YOU MAY FIND THIS DISTURBING!!

She struggled at her bonds, trying to squirm away from the large hands that ran up and down her naked sides. His voice was deep, "Lay still my love..." She could only guess he was past dementia, his mind lost somewhere in the sands of time. Moonlight lit the side of her masters face, his rugged features just barley visible. He kissed her softly, running his hands up and down her stomach, then crawled into the bed next to her, holding her hand. She tried to stop the tears that streamed down her face.
He didn't seem like a brute, but he had his moments. Sometimes it was like he was angel, others a demon. His bipolar tendencies always left her confused. She was never freed from her bonds though. Although she could rome the house, she always had some kind of restraint on her.


Seems like just a demented story? Think again. If you look deep enough you may be able to find the true meaning of the story. and who "he" is.