I was heart broken and threw all my feelings off her and started ignoring her. She felt it too and was sending me texts to talk to her. But I didn’t...respond to any. Our leads planned for flashmob and as I was a good dancer they made me lead dancer and requested me to choreograph a good number. Knowing this she too joined the dance group and we started the rehearsals. As we begin the practice we exchanged formal greetings. Our dance group decided to test who has good potential to lead the group. It was a clich?, but it was also true; nothing felt quite like silk. She was wearing a bra underneath, but went commando otherwise, slipping on a pair of sandals parked next to the bathroom scales. Kazuri looked in the mirror and saw a still-unfamiliar face grinning back at her. Round, but not fat, with high cheekbones, slightly slanted eyes almost hidden behind her eyelids, and naturally thin eyebrows (no plucking or penciling for her!) floating on a baby-smooth forehead. Cuteness incarnate.. When she was taught, the ropes tight and her body stretched painfully with blood dripping down her wrists, I stopped. She was screaming, gagging and grunting the entire time. I waited a few minutes while she shuddered. She was suspended at about a 45 degree angle in a perfectly straight diagonal line and she was crying and grunting in pain. I tightened the winch another notch and she screamed so loud you almost could not hear the click or it ratcheting into place. I let her hang there stretched. This being your own model thing was harder than it looked. I was either mid-blink, looked drunk or unhappy or just plain scared. I decided to do what Ben had suggested and started just taking photos of my chest. Eventually, I managed to stumble onto the right light settings but, to be honest, the photos of my chest just weren't that interesting. I looked through some of the examples on the website and it became obvious that what made them interesting was the fact that you could clearly make out.