Just a very little something.

Sirens could be heard over the football game in the den as she slowly pushed the rag around the dining room table. For a long moment she humored the idea those sirens were for her. Someone had come to save her from her captor, but she knew that wasn’t true. He had pounded the knowledge into her skull that no one would ever come looking for her after all these years but truth be told, she wasn’t actually interested in going home. She loved him. Sure, he never let out of the house, she took cold showers once a week outside in the hose like a dog and slept on a mattress in the basement, but she loved him. He saved her from a life of sucking cum from stranger’s cocks and being a public urinal.