Firefly-Flashes: “Look At Me,” He Demanded. I Hung My Head. I Didn’t Want To. I Knew My Makeup Was A Mess, Mascara Running Down My Face, Lipstick Smeared, Eyes And Nose Red From Crying. My Hair Was Sweaty And My Muscles Were Shaky With Exhaustion.
firefly-flashes: “Do you understand my rules, baby?” he asked, holding her cuffed wrists behind her. She nodded meekly. “I can’t hear you,” he said. “Yes, Sir,” she said immediately, looking a little nervous.“Good girl,,” he replied
