[ Kainé isn't strong enough to endure this. Last month, she had been able to pretend to look away from what she felt for the woman she lived with. Easier that way. It's not like she really knew what that felt like, after all (but she did). But that falsified ignorance gradually melted away, until February tore down those bare remnants.
Unable to bear fruit, her desires took root in her mind, and those roots burrowed deep, twisting and gnarled, ripping her apart from the inside. She mortified her flesh, she threw herself into her gruesome work, but none of it could free her. She felt something terrible rising within her, starting to transform her, throwing Kainé's heart into emotional vertigo.
And none of it was helped by the subject of those feelings. Anna became oddly reticient, and they both spent most of their time out. They felt like strangers but when they were together— Kainé doesn't understand love, but she knows lust. She knows what the hunger in Anna's gaze means, and the sounds from her room that became louder every night. Some nights, Anna would hear sounds too, quiet as Kainé tried to keep them.
That unexpected visitor only made obvious what they both already knew. ]
Stop! Shut the hell up! [ Kainé slams her fist on the door. She's really pathetic. All she can do is just plead for the pain to go away. ] Anna, I— I can't! I can't take this!
[ Her voice is half-sob, desperate enough to drown out Anna's moans. What is she pleading for? Freedom or satiation? ]
alexa, play "take me to church"
Unable to bear fruit, her desires took root in her mind, and those roots burrowed deep, twisting and gnarled, ripping her apart from the inside. She mortified her flesh, she threw herself into her gruesome work, but none of it could free her. She felt something terrible rising within her, starting to transform her, throwing Kainé's heart into emotional vertigo.
And none of it was helped by the subject of those feelings. Anna became oddly reticient, and they both spent most of their time out. They felt like strangers but when they were together— Kainé doesn't understand love, but she knows lust. She knows what the hunger in Anna's gaze means, and the sounds from her room that became louder every night. Some nights, Anna would hear sounds too, quiet as Kainé tried to keep them.
That unexpected visitor only made obvious what they both already knew. ]
Stop! Shut the hell up! [ Kainé slams her fist on the door. She's really pathetic. All she can do is just plead for the pain to go away. ] Anna, I— I can't! I can't take this!
[ Her voice is half-sob, desperate enough to drown out Anna's moans. What is she pleading for? Freedom or satiation? ]