starvation and sexual submission

bendingsubmission:

This is the part of her hidden behind reflections. Bright lights. Locked in and hungry. Writhing in a prison created for her. Often by her. The car is a good metaphor. Most don’t bother to look inside. They walk past wrapped in their own thoughts. If they do see a flash of it, they ask themselves why she doesn’t just come out. They don’t realize she doesn’t have the keys. She can’t open it from the inside. Not enough air and too much heat and she’s suffocating.

If you smash the glass she will bolt.

You must pick the lock.

Carefully.

If you have the patience for that, you’ll know when to open the door.