Audrey swallowed, feeling a mixture of curiosity and yearning. “I’m looking for something… I can’t quite name. A break from the noise. A way to feel… alive.”
She’d arrived with a single suitcase, a copy of her favorite novel, and a nervous excitement that made her heart pound each time she stepped through the heavy iron doors. The asylum, now a boutique retreat for artists and writers, was run by a small collective of women who believed that healing could be found in beauty, creativity, and, occasionally, in surrender to desire. Assylum.18.10.17.Audrey.Holiday.Lesbian.Anal.Sp...