Let Me Have Me
Icy air pelted my face as I stepped through the door of my 2-bedroom prison. My sentence is lifelong, they say. I'll make the best of it now.
There was a time I thought I might be free, but this ring reminds me I'm his now. Freedom is for heathens who seek pleasure that belongs to a husband. I'm not supposed to want that anymore.
But I do. …
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