Bad for You

Standing on a literal pedestal, with my arms securely bound in front of me with yards of red ribbons and my body draped in a short virgin-white Grecian gown, I experienced a twinge of divinity. I was his goddess for the momentone to be admired yet possessed. I wondered what Gabriels expression held as he looked at me. Pride? Lust? Yearning? Love? I didn't know because I was blindfolded. ϡ쯦랠