Memories of You

Sylvia, You Are Mine Sylvia, you are finally mine. I am so happy, both physically and emotionally. Are you happy too? Looking at the man pressing down on me, a tear of satisfaction rolled down my cheek. He gently licked away my tear and kissed my lips. The salty taste carried a hint of sweetness, reminiscent of happiness. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, guiding his kisses to my cheeks and chest. He possessed me forcefully, controlled me, and went mad for me. I responded enthusiastically, though I said nothing because I am mute. Ten years ago. Today, I felt particularly uncomfortable, both sad and angry. The dog I had raised for several years died. It was disobedient, wagging its tail at strangers. I buried it in the corner of the garden, where no one knew. This way, it