Writing – Transcend

Felicity Johns

Cynthia rode quietly for a bit, and Stella sensed she was gathering her thoughts. “You know,” she finally said. “When I’m standing over some broken boy with a flogger in my hand, watching the welts rise on his skin, watching the tears run, the snot, watching him break,… honey, that’s an experience I don’t think there are even words for. But a transcendence of humanity comes pretty fucking close.”

~Stella (a working title)

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