PILOT: DELICATE.
"I urge you all today, especially today during these times of chaos and war, to love yourself without reservations and to love each without restraint. Unless you're into leather."
–––MARGERET CHO
Everything in this world is about sex, but sex is about power.
There is pin-drop silence in the room.
Now that her eyes are blindfolded, hands tied, and senses heightened, it's like she can hear him breathing –– like a lioness on a hunt. She knows where he is.
He is as eager as her.
"Watch your spine." On cue, like a slave desperate to please her master, she pulls her shoulders back, and raises her chin. Her perky breasts proudly stand-out for her owner to devour.
If you tear her skin to skin, muscle to muscle, bone to bone, this is what you'd find –– a filthy whore kneeling for her daddy because she wants to. She needs to.
This is who she is.
This is who he fell for.
And, this is their story.
Deh-lie-lah. His tougue curves, and the name rolls off like the name of your soulmate should.
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