Dear Author, I envision a sorta futuristic barbaric society. I love a dark angsty story and am completely ok with dubcon or nocon in the right circumstances. I love me some alpha males and can see Damien having a very possessive nature. Some bdsm would be delightful. I don't expect everything to go smoothly but definitely don't like cheating or ménage. An HEA is a must though! Please bring these modern day gladiators to life for me!! Photo Description: Man holding another captive in chains set against a dark backdrop. This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love is Always Write" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. Download the story, read it online or find it in Love Is Always Write: Volume 5.

Dear Author, Please help me. I woke up in chains and I hurt like hell, but I don’t have a clue what happened to me. In fact, now that the pain in my head has eased a little, I’m coming to the conclusion that I don’t remember anything. Not where I am, how I got here, or even who I am. The only other person I’ve seen is the pretty twink crouched over there. He’s shivering in the corner, so afraid I can almost smell the fear coming off of him. He’s dressed in rags and I can see bruises and welts on his pale skin… (did I do that?) Every so often he casts a furtive look my way, those dark, dark eyes silently begging me for something… but what? He hasn’t spoken to me yet, and I’m not sure why. Am I supposed to know him? His eyes say yes, but his face doesn’t do anything to my memory. Are we lovers? Slaves? Enemies? Strangers? Is it me he’s afraid of, or just our situation? Help me figure this out before it drives me out of my mind… Photo Description: A battle-hardened warrior stares straight ahead with ferocity and a hint of confusion. He has black dreadlocks, bronze skin, and clothing of crude leather. Around him, a primitive room of concrete and metal holds him prisoner. This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love Has No Boundaries" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.