She took the one and only key and slipped itonto a delicate silver chain. She pulled her hair to the side andfastened the necklace containing the only...key to her feminine penisprison with the expert precision of the woman she had made herself to befor the night, and set down at her desk with Grindr open.It wasn't long before a series of pings greeted her, and she began theprocess of looking for the right guy to make her fantasies a reality.After half an hour or so, she was greeted by a message. Don’t you ignore me, you evil girl!“Demon Miranda! Are you really here? Or do I only want you so desperately that I imagine you?”I am not a demon!“That sounds familiar. I have been possessed by a demon. I shall go to a priest and have her exorcised,” I thought sleepily at her. She was truly terrified.Friend Ramie. Dear, sweet Friend Ramie. I am not a demon. Truly. Please, do not send me away.“So now that it is my body being inhabited, I am Friend Ramie instead of Demon Ramie. Now how fair is. It was years ago you see, that my humanity was taken from me. I surrendered in a way that seems logical by definition in its demand that I no longer refer to myself, or even think of myself as, a person. Since I am now an object, chattel of limited value, an animal, I think of myself as an it a thing to be used, or not, by my owners or their agents. By the end of this sentence, I will no longer refer to myself as an I, instead it will refer to itself as just what it is, a thing, and use the. As they had done the previous four nights, Jaide lay on her side in the crook of the branches while Anna cuddled up behind and draped an arm across her slim waist. The youngest of the pair, with her silvery hair, had grown to take comfort in the presence of her strange dark-haired partner. Exhausted after the past days of hiking through the tangles and brambles of the forest towards her father's civilized lands, she snuggled back against the warm body behind her, marveled for a second at the.