S H Timmins

Fears in the Dark S H Timmins

I was always searching for something - something I couldn't name. I didn't fit the mold I was born into. There is a secret place I harbor, that is restless and hungry. I thought I had found someone to feed the darkness lurking inside of me. But I was wrong. While I was searching for a potential mate, he was searching for potential prey. Bound and naked, I am now in the clutches of a man with hungers that extend beyond what I could have fathomed, yet true fear eludes me. Why am I not afraid? Maybe because for the first time, my own demon can be free. Maybe because I haven't been searching for someone to feed my darkness, but for someone I can feed theirs.