"Two girls walk into a party, the one that gets noticed isn't me."
"But her name is Lauren. We call it our slave name, and nobody has permission to call us by that name. Not a single one of you."
"She chooses her moments carefully, as she knows that her presence could mean the difference of life or death."
There are others in here. I can feel them. Sometimes I can catch one of them talking in the background, and I know it isn't me. When I pay attention, they stay quiet. They don't want me to know that they are there. Well jokes on you assholes, I know you exist. Not that it... Continue Reading →