Red Panties

A dark fantasy

I squeeze the red thong in my fist tighter, remembering his words. “If you drop them, we stop. Hold onto them and we’ll keep going no matter what.”

I scream inside to drop them, to let it end, but I can’t. I won’t. I squeeze my fist tight and let them break me. I want them to break me, to destroy me, to leave me drooling on the floor like a broken doll, …