It Wasn’t Food Until She Stepped In It
“Do you know why this is food? Because I touched it. Because I stepped in it.” I didn’t forget
Punishments
Narratives of correction, reprogramming, and earned pain. This is where disobedience is not punished—it is studied, dismantled, and marked. Pain isn’t the point. The memory of it is. You’re not broken here. You’re refined. Every strike is a sentence. Every silence, a lecture. This isn’t cruelty. It’s curriculum.
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This Seat Wasn’t Made for You—But She Was
“You don’t make a very good chair. But you’re learning.” She didn’t tell him she was going
What’s Beneath Her Is Yours to Swallow
“Swallow slowly. I want you to taste the difference between what you deserve and what you’ll never have.” I
The Breakfast Below (Part 2)
“Swallow it slowly. I want you to taste everything I walked through.” He can still see the croissant—what'
The Breakfast Below (Part 1)
“It’s not fresh,” she said. “But then again… neither are my feet.” He hasn’t eaten in nearly two