align="center> Enraptured In the deepest part of her soul, there lays something hidden. Standing on the threshold, she looks into the abyss, wondering, longing, wanting, needing Seeing Him, she reaches, she kneels, she begs, she's His, long before the steel upon her throat. Bound by the heart, loving through time... His for the taking. Pleasure abounding, Freedom at His touch the soothing of His voice, the pain by His hand, easing, touching, loving. Gentle.