‘Smile’ he said, and I smiled Oh, baby, I was so wild And free and nothing Nothing Could hurt me Or so I believed So I smiled for him Making jokes about how I’d break The camera lens Not knowing...

“Hurry up, Christina! Why is that you’re always running late on Friday of all days?” A half dozen snarky answers popped into my head; Cause I’m trying to figure out which pair of slutty underwear to wear for my girlfriend, mom?...

I lay there for what seemed an eternity, tied face down to the dining room table, told to make an impossible choice while Mrs. Vandermeer was ‘taking care of business’. It was cruel beyond imagining. Choose, she’d said, the feel...

 I am the serpent Warmed by the heat of your sun  Asleep until woken Letting the rain into my window My curtains billowing, sails upon a ship Bound for unknown lands, each seagull A beacon of hope, each cloud A sign post, the distant shapes of...

Mrs Vandermeer’s Rules 3

"The conclusion to chapter two. Shannon gets what she needs."

Mrs. Vandermeer had returned. She stood there in the doorway, a fist resting upon her cocked hip, a leather satchel occupying her other hand. My mouth felt dry as I hung there, suspended by my wrists with only my toes...

Mrs Vandermeer’s Rules 2

"Shannon finds herself, once again, under Mrs Vandermeer's control."

It had been two weeks since I’d seen Mrs. Vandermeer. Two excruciatingly long weeks during which I wasn’t even allowed to touch myself, let alone do something about the terrible hunger she’d set loose within me. It wasn’t too bad...