-=Controls=-
-=Data=-

-=Old Yarns=-

-=Yesterday's Knot=-

-=Tangles=-

-=Newly Tied=-

-=Loose Ends=-

-=String=-

-=Your Twist=-

-=Skein=-

-=Fibers=-

-=Secret=-

-=GOT LOVE?=-

-=Written at 9:08 p.m. on 2003-06-06=-

I, Jailor

Get ready.

Get willing, and make yourself available. Answer the questions with tantalizing truth, beckoning you're ready to be questioned for more. You want it wrenched out of you, with or without your halting consent. It was there all along. The dressing room curtain just needed tearing down.

You learned what it means to display your... talents.

Reveal. Reciprocate. Spread open moist pages of unrealized potential, finger the traces of slickness and want. Pulsate and glisten. Throb in spite of the chill of aloneness. Await the next chance.

Strip with your eyes. Rape with your mind. Pry with a feather and soothe worries with a gloved hand. Lounge in tangles. Sweat and pant for two.

And bask in it.

Now come closer.

Closer.

Look.

This cage door has your fingerprints on it. Why did you lock yourself in?

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