Heroes are overratedThe type entitledto always save a damsel. As if I, a mere maiden,need liberationfrom anythingoutside desire. I’m no mere maiden,I don’t need liberation,emancipation,or freedom. I’m a woman ofpure carnal youthtrapped insidea fragile beauty. I roam the streetsamong nakedmoonlight, waitingfor something wicked. Yes, I need a wicked,devious, villain.The one to bindme in chains. To ...

I stared at myself in the golden mirror. The light reflected off of my golden wedding dress. Mother didn’t think white was appropriate. I had a deep V-neck and a large skirt, which detracted from my slight baby bump. I was about two months pregnant and mother thought the gold would hide the glow that ...