“What’s this for?” he asks, index finger playing with the red thread tied around my ankle
“It’s to remind me I am cherished”
“What would happen if I break it? Will you forget?” he says, teasingly pulling at the thread
“I would disappear”
He smiles as his hand travels between my thighs.
”The games you play…”
“It’s not a game”
“Then let us cherish you.”
Tilly Bloom 