A loud resignation of life.

Starts off first as submissive yearning and turns into a captive slave used for selfish pleasures without regard to the submissive’s emotions. The writer is left being treated as the an object, apt to the title. Yet, there are glints of life behind the “object” that the dom ignores.

Beautiful metaphors.

The chains that tie you to that person make you the captive, it shows. The helplessness of not being able to leaveto… the lifelessness of the situation…