Summer, the season where skin gets tanned, hair gets lighter, drinks gets colder, music gets louder, nights get longer, and seriously, most of us hopes that life gets better. Let me name one, Sam, the girl next door who's only living with her dogs--- pugs and a pair of golden retriever, how awesome, right? Isn't it too boring if I said that her life is perfect, pretty planned, polished and finished! Hurray, but no, her is pretty sad polished and finished--- heartbreaking reality.
Sam wonders, Sam slept.
Sam isn't fond of overthinking, realizing something is wrong with her and everytime it happens, her pills are on the duty to rescue. She can't handle reality. She can't handle herself. She's living in the orphanage since she was a child. It is strictly a girls only institution of abandoned, neglected, and rescued females.
Her tough journey begins on the day she first got her menstruation period in the 7th grade. She panicked when she saw blood on the floor, on her hand, and suddenly everywhere. She didn't bother to blink nor move away. She just stood there, frozen and smile a bit for what she remembered. Sam licked her bloody finger and whispered, "All men must die." Then, she felt dizzy, painful headache, and knocked it out. She woke up in someone's place, well-clean and wearing white thin knee-length gown while laying down inside a dog cage. She is a prisoner.
She is still, yes, she remains, and will stay as it is.
She chose to be in a BDSM relationship, she was oriented and she likes it. BDSM is a variety of often erotic practices or roleplaying involving bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism, and other related interpersonal dynamics which pain/humiliation is required for sexual arousal and causes distress or impairment just like Sexual masochism disorder.
Sam had a change of mind when she turned 18 last winter and now, summer comes, she's hoping she can be free from her bad dream.
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby