February 3rd, xxxy
TO SAY THAT NIA is capital FUCKED would be the understatement of the century. She is thoroughly, most definitely fucked.
Nia has surprised herself and surpassed herself with her thoughts. Her imaginations has gotten an upgrade. The last thing she wants.
Which is why Nia has found time to pray to the Goddess. Every morning before her day starts and every night before she goes to bed. She prays for the sanctity of mind, for the calmness of the body, for the serenity of the heart.
There has been no answer on all three fronts. Nia won't give up. She mustn't. To give up is defeat.
Once she throws down the towel, all bets will be off. Laws won't hold her. Common sense won't restrain her. She will be untamed.
At the very least, the Goddess should interfere and take the opportunity away. Grant Nia a mate. A fated mate, a bond will fix her, rearrange her priorities.
