Ashraf Elia

Limerence Ashraf Elia

She dreamed herself a slave of yesteryear, an eternal slave, without the right to speak, her eyes always lowered, kneeling or prostrating at the feet of her Master. She dreamed of chains, whip, constraints. She dreamed of absolute. The more time that passed, the more her fantasies intensified and twisted her stomach with desire. Apollonia could not explain how a woman, educated, free, without physical or psychological traumas, could wish to be deprived of freedom. How can one justify the excitement of being enslaved even more than a domestic animal, of living cloistered, without intimacy, constantly under orders, belittled, perhaps even struck? At the feet of the Master to whom she will give her mind, body and soul, she will discover submission, ecstasy, and suffering, until she has to face her ultimate limit.