Okay, first things first: I can't believe I finally finished this. After thirteen mouths and some major blocks I finally finished MSLP.
Now, to cut the drama and go to the point: as I said, this story is already complete. Since it's more like a scrap book than an actual story I'll try to post one chapter per week, maybe more if I have time and if the feedback is positive. Another thing you need to have in mind is this story (as the title suggests) talks about sadomasochism. And while I do not believe it portrays it on a way people are used to see in fanfics (or anywhere else for that matter) the essence is here so be prepared.
Guess that's it. For the ones who stay, feel free to R&R!
My sweet little pain
I used to sleep in a bed of roses. But I realize I like the thorns much better.
That's what attracted me to him in the first place, I guess.
He was a thorn's master. I knew it the moment our eyes met and his soon-to-be-famous dark smirk was formed.
But he didn't stop or anything. He didn't even acknowledge me in anyway other than that broken half-second smile of his. No, he just keep going, just another kid walking down the hall. The only bonus was the scientists, following each step, even if a little hesitant.
So, I just keep walking too, following the orders I was given. Orders that send me to the opposite direction. Keeping my head up like always, I denied myself the chance to look back and see which lab he was assigned to.
But God, how I wish I had.