short stories | Bedtime Stories for Broken Girls

“Surely you’ll make me pretty,” said the pig to her pearls.

The world needs a for kink

The world needs a Mr.Rogers for kink

It’s a wonderful day in the basement, girls.
A wonderful day in the basement.
Won’t you be mine?
I think that you’re mine!
(No one knows where you went.)

I just want you to make me cry with your words so badly 🥺

The girl slept deeply, dreaming of tomorrow and his hands holding her tight.

But he’d already slipped away in the night, and the only thing that would touch her was the stain he left behind.

Your turn? Your… turn?

What, are you serious?

The only “oral” you deserve is me grunting out the names of your sister, your best friend, and that au pair who fucked your dad and got him arrested.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Shame is a gift your mind gives your body,” he replied.

The hanger made a sharp metallic sound when the dress went back on the rack.

I know it’s disappointing, but try being philosophical about it.

If life were beautiful, we’d have no need of art. And if you were beautiful, I’d have no need of her.

A Short Story

He reduced her to obedience.

“Please! Don’t do this!” she cried, struggling helplessly. “They— these people, they’re sick! I’m their nurse! They need me!”

The collar snapped into place with a heavy, meaningful click.

“It’s a shitty world and we’re all sick,” he replied, dragging her out the door to his horse.… Read the rest “”

Cold chains weighed down her limbs as a half-dozen naked, grotesque men filed into the room, assembling like a pack of mangy, musky wolves at the foot of her bed.

“I really appreciate this,” her husband said, kissing her on the forehead.… Read the rest “”

“Promise me you’ll kill me someday,” she whimpered.

Later, she said she didn’t mean it.

I don’t think she understands how promises work.