Bed Series

I never like to escape. I hate it. I try to do my best and every time I escape, I feel that I failed. The reason of escape is not so important.

I was walking alone, when one of my old friend IMed me. We were talking a bit, and then she called me to join her. I was happy, but soon I realized that she wanted to use me as a tool against her Mistress.

There were dark moments in our relationship, but I try to forget them. I try to remember only nice time we spent. In fact, I liked her. I could not imagine that she could use me such way. It really hurt. I had to escape again, but this time, I had to escape from friendship.