Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

She was impassioned by the others every move, and her violence manifested itself as an entirely different beast that was more compliant and eager. And as she was pushed downward, her mind revolted in its ambitious cage but her heart rattled eagerly in acceptance, sensing the gentleness in the rough coaxing. The others whisper was enough to send her over an edge she did not exist, but then!

Every touch unraveled her until she became threadbare, and by the end of it, she was nothing at all, limitless and seeing eternity for a single brilliant moment, sent to a place where there was only brilliant blackness and stars. And she knew she was lost, then, truly. Knew that she belonged to the other in body, soul, and mind. She was willful in this. And Wednesday would learn to repay the favor bestowed upon her, until her lover was nothing herself.