I stand silently in the garden, inhaling the heady scents of the night-blooming flowers. Nearby water runs and bubbles over rocks. Bats flutter overhead, making almost inaudible sounds. Occasionally one will fly off in search of food. Something rattles through the bushes, just past my hearing. It is huge, predatory, a cat perhaps. I sense its hunger but feel no threat, and dismiss it as unimportant. Above all the stars twinkle brightly around a sliver of a moon.
I kneel in the grass, feeling the breeze caress my bare flesh. Long hair flows down my back, tickling my heels as I stretch my arms toward the sky. Softly my voice begins the lyrical chant, my nightly prayer to Luna. I have no faith or conviction toward the night gods. If I did, it would be for Nox, or Loki. It amuses me to pay tribute to my captor, She who binds me to the night.
My senses are dulled, I think. How else to account for the fact that I sensed nothing? The "cat" I had dismissed as no danger, perhaps that is why I hear nothing.
My hair is grabbed roughly, my head pulled back. My body arches upward as I feel the sharp edge of a blade against my throat. A harsh voice whispers in my ear, sending a thrill through my body. "Don't scream." The blade presses harder, its tip drawing blood.
I close my eyes tightly as lips move to taste the blood, tongue flicking across the wound. His breath blows across my cheek as he pulls away, looking down upon me. Still my eyes do not open.
There is danger. This man hungers for blood and violence. I sense that on him. The air around him tastes of blood. The sharp tang that only a lifetime of killing can account for. There is strength here. I feel the air vibrate with it, and with his hunger. He growls softly, the sound coming from deep within his chest. He is frustrated with my silence. He is frustrated that he cannot read me. Yes, there is danger here, for I can sense a kindred soul…
I know that he will not harm me. He can sense my hunger as I wait, silent and patiently, for his command. His hunger matches my own. His passion and lust hang on the air around us. It is a bubble, a rip in space and time. All the world is gone for now, as I wait for him to move, to realize that we have been brought together for a purpose. A bloody purpose that will feed the Chaos that burns within us both.
He growls again, replacing the knife with his hand. He squeezes for a moment, causing me to gasp softly. My eyelids flutter but do not open. He inhales deeply the scent of my arousal. He moves forward, growling in my ear. "I could kill you right now" as his hand squeezes tighter.
Bursts of light go off in my head. I whimper softly, leaning into his touch. Softly I whisper. "You won't" The words causing pain in my throat as breath struggles past the constriction.
He laughs softly, amused and intrigued. "No?"
I lean further into his touch, my lips forming the word "No" but unable to speak. The light fades slowly. My body begins to tingle. Tiny electric shocks radiate outward from the pressure of his hand at my throat. A drop of blood is squeezed from the wound, slowly tracing a trail of fire down my breast, hesitating for a moment on my hardened nipple. It falls onto the back of my hands, which are folded together, arms resting across my thighs. With the last of my strength, I open my eyes, gazing up at my attacker.
