There is something that I'm after. A place, where I want to go. A point, that I have not reached. It won't be quiet or serene. There will be no comfort to be had, nor awe-inspiring beauty to behold. Reality becomes the distant illusion and terror the immediate infusion. Thresholds will be purposefully trampled over and any reservations violently dissolved. Suffering will mark my features and pain will be the only mask I wear when every other one is torn off and destroyed.
Humiliation will ensue and shame will follow in its shadow. Rage and defiance may rise from me, but power and control will throw them down with calculated ease. A female will no longer be and the animal inherent will reside. Recognition will fade over time and conscious thought will shatter into pieces too small to be picked up.
Existence becomes a simple concept no longer made difficult.
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