A letter to my slave boy
You know, of course, that it’s going to be something you’d rather not hear from me and I can assure you that before you get to the end of this letter, you might really know fully and deeply a new depth of terror in that tiny teenage brain of yours.
I can guess how nervous you must be as you read this, not yet knowing what, exactly I am going to say to you, and I do so wish I was there with you now child, just to watch your reaction as you digest my words.
To see the fear rise within you and start to take hold.
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