Cool pic, huh? Once again, my friends and I have gathered to offer our take on one pic - same pic, different interpretations, all 100 words. Click here to see my friends' flashes. Enjoy!
“What did I tell you, Love?” He whispers, bare chest against my back, and I erupt, molten lava overtaking every solid organ, every bone, but I mustn’t lean into him. Monsieur doesn’t like that.
I revert to my native tongue, my lust-dazed mind attempting a rough
translation - Qu'est-ce que je vous dis, l'amour?
Ah! English. He wants me to always speak English while we are here, in
He rips my dress away and loosens my bodice, leaving me entirely at his
“Here.” Monsieur hands me a hand mirror, his voice soothing.
“Fix your face. These tears mar your beauty, and you know I detest
weakness. I will return when you are…prepared.”