Break Me!
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = This short story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a “technical advisor” for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which a painslut’s mind and body work. In one of those sessions, she described her need to be “broken once in a while in order to stay sane.” That discussion led to this story. Although the story itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her story. “Except,” she added, “my Kevin is named Karen.” = = = = = = = = …