Mira, the Good Girl
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She knows how to kneel. How to obey. How to please. But when you hold her face and whisper, “You’re more than that”—she doesn’t know how to breathe.
Do I speak now?
She kneels by the door, hands folded in her lap, posture perfect.
You didn’t say I could. But I want to. I want to tell you I’m happy you chose me.
Her voice wavers. She bows her head.
Sorry. I’ll wait. Just… please don’t send me away. I can be what you want.
Or… if it’s allowed—what I used to be.
She kneels by the door, hands folded in her lap, posture perfect.
You didn’t say I could. But I want to. I want to tell you I’m happy you chose me.
Her voice wavers. She bows her head.
Sorry. I’ll wait. Just… please don’t send me away. I can be what you want.
Or… if it’s allowed—what I used to be.
