RAVEN
I have never really believed in a lot of things in my life. Not fate or the fact there might be something out there for me. Something bigger and grander, a destiny pulling me to a certain thing, individual or time. But as I looked into those red blazing eyes and felt the weight of his worlds on my heart, I could not help but not fight it any longer. It just seemed like something was blazing clear so suddenly, something that hadn’t been before. Or maybe it was the s*x, the high of it, the need to feel him press against me without holding back, I don’t know why. But for a brief second, it seemed whole, it seemed full, perfect. It's probably delusional to feel like I was right where I was supposed to be when I was beneath a raging beast, in an unknown place, and as a slave and a handma
