Plus, all the reasons she’d persuaded herself to do it in the first place were still there, still good reasons. But she felt like it was too late to back out.
I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she kept saying to herself. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but she was upset. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water run.
Not butterflies, more like some small animal - much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp teeth and claws - was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way out. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. A pretty thought, but not really what she felt like. The holder of copyright– gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer is copied as well.īutterflies. The story was written for White Shadow’s Nasty Stories. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you read it if you are under 18 years of age. This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy.
