She gazes at him, hunger in her eyes,
And blesses the gods who sent her to this purgatory.
Not for the first time she thinks on fate's hand
In bringing her to this man, this fae,
This dark god of magic and of lust
Better than any pornography in her world,
Her dreams of him.
He smiles his toothy smile,
He knows what she's thinking, and it gives her chills.
He leans in, breathes her scent,
As he loosens the chains.
His toungue runs the length of her pale wrists,
Lingering where the cuffs have made her bleed.
Grinning again, oh so wicked,
He sinks his pointed teeth into her precious flesh,
She cries out, agony and ecstasy entwined.
He brings his lips to hers,
Begs for forgivness, and enraptured
She gives in to him Again and again.
She feels reality change around her,
Opens her eyes and smiles at her internment
He has brought them to the cave
Their cave.
Where once he sought to send her to the beginning,
Now he takes her to the end.
She knows he could have taken her anywhere,
Anywhere at all with but a wish.
France, or Pluto, or.
Or home.
She prays to all the Gods in the heavens,
to Satan,
to all the Daemons in hell.
She prays he never takes her back there.
They move together in the darkness,
Here, where thier love comes full circle,
The Dark King breathes her name with reverence
A sigh upon his sensual lips "Sarah.
She closes her eyes,
The Goblin Bride And wishes herself away to him once more.