Heaven in the Dark
This is a searching question, and at the same time moot.
I knew that sneaking into my Goddess’ bed was presumptuous beyond sufferance. I knew even as I convinced myself that I was only following orders that this was hogwash, and that direct consequences were certain to result. I even giddily anticipated them while being cavalierly negligent about considering specifics. So perhaps I truly was inviting sacrifice. One thing at least is certain. As I begin getting this first scant taste of the fate I so suicidally embraced on the beach (as well as before the entire people and their great potentate), my eagerness to sample the transcendent agonies promised me reawakens.
I haven’t been healed entirely of my breaking yet. The horrors Moba finally spelled out in that cell st
