Leather & Lark

There’s beauty in terror when it sparks to life in dark souls.

The worst suffering is not death. It is in living, day after day, knowing you’ve forever lost that which you most cherished. Most loved. Most desired. It’s being forced to continue existing in a world indifferent to your pain.

And though my makeup is probably smeared down my cheeks and I think I lost another fake eyelash because why the fuck won’t they stay on around this man,

And though my makeup is probably smeared down my cheeks and I think I lost another fake eyelash because why the fuck won’t they stay on around this man,

Lachlan Kane is an ass man. Good to know.”

“Take me in the back …”

“I must admit, I was expecting maybe stunning, or beautiful. Or, God forbid, feckin’ sexy.”

The look of pure mortification on Lachlan’s face is delectable.

So you took the whole finger?”

So you took the whole finger?”