Darling Rasputin,
My
love, my life, you have invaded my soul.
You have healed me in ways you could never know. I ache for your touch. My wound awaits your return, my pilgrim. At night I look out at the Tura River, the
cold, darkness, and I think of us having a simple life as peasants. But God called you, His prophet, and you
answered. I hate Him for it. I have sinned in my thoughts. Each night I flagellate myself to atone for
my blasphemy. I think of you as my
switch breaks the skin of my naked body.
It is wrong to derive such pleasure out of my penance; I sin again. I am in torment without you here to teach,
guide, love, touch, heal, and fill me with your essence. My womb groans for you. My darling Rasputin - return to me.
Yours,
Svetlana Banglanka
P.S. What
is the Tsar like? The whole Romanov family seems super interesting. How is everyone’s health, I heard somewhere
he picks his nose OMG is that true?
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