I walk down a long dark hallway, echoes filling my head hearing voices crying and screaming behind all the locked, and bolted doors. I quicken my pace, and turn to glance over my shoulder trying so hard to not get caught. I continue to make my way through the passage without paying attention to where I am going, and I walk right into You. I cannot see Your face, and fear builds up inside of me. You laugh a laugh that resonates throughout the passage, filling my ears, and I begin to feel weak, and petrified. You grab my wrists so tightly, forcing my arms behind me, half dragging me, half lifting me from the ground You throw me into a now open doorway. This room I am cast into is a cell, a chamber of torture is my guess and only a guess as I cannot see. My heart races, and my breath becomes rapid, and shallow as panic sets in. Every hair seems to stand on end. You close the door behind me, leaving me alone in the darkness. Alone with only my imagination to play tricks on me. Frightened I fall to the ground where I am, and I draw my knees up to my chest, leaning my head against them as I start to rock slowly back and forth. I sing softly under my breath, afraid You will hear me and punish me for it. I close my eyes, trying to find a happy, peaceful memory to hold onto. The inner child inside of me surfacing, waiting for Your return.
Time passes by but I have no idea how long exactly. I hear the key in the lock, and the door as it opens. I think to myself if I just remain completely still, and very silent perhaps just perhaps You'll turn and walk out of the room and leave me be. A sigh escapes me, and I hear You laugh once again. You walk exactly to where I am sitting and stop. I notice You are carrying an unlighted candle, and I begin to wonder if it will soon illuminate the room, allowing me to see the instruments I know all too well. As if reading my thoughts, You pull a lighter from Your pocket and light the pure white candle. You set it down on a table that is just beside where You are standing. Grabbing my hair You pull me to my feet. You gaze deep into my eyes, and I instinctively turn away. I drop to my knees, throwing my arms around Your legs, begging and pleading with my body alone for You not to hurt me. Not one single word has been spoken yet, but I know all too well that one wrong word spoken from my lips, and I will know what it means to feel Your wrath. You lean into me, and tilt my chin up, again meeting my eyes with Yours. You lift me to my feet, and cut the clothes from my flesh, with the sharp pointed edge of a knife, leaving me naked and exposed to Your gaze. I gasp as I feel my legs giving way beneath me, and it takes everything in me to not fall to the ground.
You walk around me, violating me with Your eyes, and I can feel Your eyes raping me. My flesh seems to flush with this, and I can feel every nerve ending crying out for Your touch. Pain or pleasure anything as long as it is from You. As if You sense this in me, you force my legs apart by moving my feet with Your foot. I moan, and gasp for air, and I begin to feel faint as a warmth overcomes me from head to toe, which makes You grin. You lightly brush Your fingertips along my cheek, as You lean in, to place a soft gentle kiss upon my lips. Your lips pressed to mine as You kiss me so deeply, Your tongue to my tongue entwined, breathing E/eachothers breath.
You draw my arms up behind me, and tie them together with a rope that seems to cut into the flesh of my wrists and arms. You place the black leather blindfold over my eyes, and I let out a moan. You lean into me and brush Your lips to my ear and whisper,
