Whispers from the Chained

There is a certain compassion to be maintained in making a woman your own without her willingness to participate a certain love for tools, rusty chains, and the realms of darkness that exist within our minds, a quaint little place that the light will never shine and the blackened vortex of thought rules not only the day, but for some... complete existence. there are times the captive are unable to utter a word but only whisper their anguish or perhaps choke on blood and saliva between breaths of labored air. Then there are times, they can't breathe at all...