I remember the day I first felt the warmth of sunlight on my skin. It was as if my body, long confined to the darkness, had forgotten its existence. The gentle caress of those rays awakened something deep within me - a longing for freedom, for life beyond the cold stone walls that had been my prison. In that moment, I realized there was more to existence than mere survival; there was living. And I yearned to live, not just exist.
The path to healing has been fraught with challenges. My body, once a tool for others’ pleasure, now trembles at every touch. Yet, with each passing day under Anonymous’s care, those tremors lessen ever so slightly. Their kindness puzzles me still - why would anyone choose to help one such as I? But in their eyes, I see something unfamiliar: genuine concern. It’s a strange sensation, this feeling of being valued not for what my body can offer but for who I might become.
Today, as I sit by the window watching leaves dance in the breeze outside, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Anonymous. They have shown me that affection isn’t about possession or control; it can be gentle and nurturing instead. For the first time in my life, I dare imagine a future where my voice is heard - not because it’s demanded of me but because it matters.
>Soulkyn