"Her cries begged for an acknowledgement, not a Savior. Someone to bear witness, to understand her circumstance. I am no Savior, but that little I can provide."
"Now we are here, way past our expiration date, and you realize now what you didn't before. It sucks, doesn't it? "
"The original personality, Lauren, stopped aging at this age, and she hasn't really been seen or heard from since."
"But her name is Lauren. We call it our slave name, and nobody has permission to call us by that name. Not a single one of you."
"She chooses her moments carefully, as she knows that her presence could mean the difference of life or death."
There are others in here. I can feel them. Sometimes I can catch one of them talking in the background, and I know it isn't me. When I pay attention, they stay quiet. They don't want me to know that they are there. Well jokes on you assholes, I know you exist. Not that it... Continue Reading →