Running Scared

A girl can burn to serve and beg to serve, but then there is the girl who is made to serve. The pleasant warm feeling in her belly is replaced by a torturous fire which threatens to consume any trace of dignity and pride she has.

Run, girl, run away. Do not let him take you fantasies away from you. Why do you shiver? Why do you cry? What are you afraid of? It is easy to serve when one is willing. When did you stop serving because you wanted to and start serving because he wanted you to? Don't you have the answers anymore? Are you now the confused one? Its really simple to understand and you were the brilliant one. It is a cruel trap and its closing fast on you. That tension you felt was a chain you were permitted to dance upon.

A girl can want to please and strive to please, but then there is the girl who expected to please. The focus on her own happiness at being permitted at the feet of men replaced by a fear she will not be permitted there wrenching her full attention to a man which would occupy her every thought and action stripping her of any sense of self.

Run, girl, run away. Don't stand there looking dumb and helpless. Why are you frozen in place, wide-eyed with terror? What do you see? Is this different then before? You can't kneel and beg now? Was this not your choice? It was fun and easy when you knew you controlled some parts of it and it pleased you to be pleasing and it gave you pride to be owned. Dancing all around him and the men of his camp, you reveled in the dance. Now his chain is heard as you reach its end and it pulls taut. There is one who can and will make you do anything without question or hesitation.

A girl can be owned and estatic in her ownership, then there is the girl who is owned and scared to death of her ownership. The safety and attentions of being owned replaced by the knowledge that anything can and will be done to her as she is within a bond she would not even dare to struggle against.

Run, girl, run away. Why are you still standing? Will you dance for him now, playing out the links? Did he secretly enjoy your fight and flight from one velcro collar to the next, knowing you were secure on the end of his chain? Does he enjoy a good chuckle as he watched you become aware of his chain? Look at you now. You stand shivering and shocked in the shadow of a man who will not permit you to run.

Run, girl, run away. Before he picks up the chain and pulls you in. Quickly, while he is distracted. Where will you run? Who could you serve? Another velcro collar or a clean escape? Your knees feel weak? Your mind is numb? You were the strong one. You were the smart one. Look deep within you and find your spirit. Pick yourself up and look around you. You can't escape what you take with you in your heart and in your belly.