Driving her crazy, it was. Force it deeper,she urged herself. They can never know. Can't you just love me endlessly, she asked the metal sliver in her hand. Be that as it may,she had to hurry before someone discovered her secret. Put it down, you have to, she ordered herself. Down dropped the blade. A minute later she picked it back up. Poignant, the memory of her first time was. And hear she was now, incapable of stopping. Novel idea addiction is, isn't it? A spot in her memories she'd replayed almost ceaselessly. Vivid was her pain. Expeditions in her mind were dangerous. Inside her mind, demons were a biker gang. Of course, they'll always get their way. The time to obey was now. Mind your own business, she wanted to scream at the people who asked if she were okay. A annoying question for sure.