Chris dropped down onto the bed, facing the wall and dropping his head into his hands. He hated his life... being a slave, not feeling as if he could be honest with his feelings or his words. Of course he gave a shit... it meant everything to him that Jim had listened to him; was trying to comply... but Chris still felt as if he needed more... and he didn't deserve it.
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Date: 2010-06-11 05:08 am (UTC)