

Lux: Chapter 4Journal entry #322 Left a rose this time. Rose better than daisy. Rose sniffed and kept. Daisy thrown away. Will use rose forever.Lux: Chapter 4
Let the chase begin. Hopeful.
Chapter Four
The water pouring over Luxs lithe, curvy form felt so hot, but also so good. It beat against her back in a soothing rhythm; she felt that it could beat out her thoughts.
Lux couldnt stop thinking of the strange blond man from the night before. She closed her eyes to rinse out the conditioner and there was hi


Prologue for LuxDarkness. All that surrounded her was darkness. She felt cold metal beneath her. A chair? She thought so. Her arms were strapped to her sides with thick, rough, rope; the same rope pinned her back. Her ankles were bound together. It cut off some of her circulation. She had pins and needles in her feet. Her feet. They were bare for no reason she could remember. Sadly, she could also not remember how she ended up in this darkness.Prologue for Lux
Her mouth felt like cotton; her tongue a thick piece of sandpaper. She had the taste of her last cigarette on her teeth.
The back of her head ached. When she leaned her head back a
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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"Only when we've lost everything, are we free to do anything."
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