They placed one hand in front of the others, their knees following behind them as they crawled on the dirty, bloody floor. Their movements slow and languid as they let me take in exactly what they were doing—like they didn’t notice the mirror cutting into their knees and palms. My core clenched like a vise at the sight. “Please forgive me, goddess,” they begged, their voice husky. “Please. I’ll do anything. Make me your fuck toy. Destroy me in front of the entire world. I don’t care who sees, as long as you forgive me.”
