There was something about Ronin, being so close with her face pressed against the soft flannel covering his chest. There was something about the way his heartbeat and his breathing echoed through his body, the slight movement of him slowly chewing his gum. Her senses began to relax, and her feelings shifted from the humiliation of her abasement. The warmth of Ronin’s body began to soothe her misery. For a little while, she began to feel… safe.

Auteur: Sibylla Matilde