Shadows

There's something extraordinary about those moments. We come together, you and I. We become more, and less, respectively. You tap into my darkness. I find it inside, where it always is, where it waits for me and for you, in that same corner of me. Waiting for me to realize that I lost it again. Waiting for me to remember that it's never lost at all. It spreads isveçbahis through me, frighteningly fast and satisfyingly right. How easily it can take over. Rip away the mask. Erode the polite words and leave the devious to twist and writhe in the harshness of naked light. Such simple things release it. So many keys to the cage. The beast inside is coiled tight isveçbahis giriş with patient violence. You turn the key. The lock yields. You eye the darkness behind the bars. Click. You smile at what you've released. Later, the smell of your fear between your legs. It's heady. It's maddening. It drives my cruelty. Takes the goodness in me and throws isveçbahis yeni giriş a shroud of darkness over it. I want to hurt. I want to twist. I want to feel your pain. Watch it drip from your tongue in sweet whimpers and screams and pleading words. See the suffering overwhelm you. You crack under my pressure. You give in to me. Your pleasured, painful release effortlessly mine to control. Your fight is over before it begins. You are lost in my cruelty, buffeted by it and anchored by it. My hands, my touch. My will usurps your own. Keeps your soul from being swept away into madness. It's okay.