Watched Rocky Horror and...this just came out. I always loved his character. w
I didn't know quite what to make of him. The man, or perhaps creature that stood before me wasn't natural, and he didn't seem to fit. He moved forwards and pressed against my body, seeming to crave human contact more than anything else. As you can well imagine a person like me was startled by something like this, so I couldn't do much more than pat him reassuringly on the back. I didn't even know what was wrong with him. I only knew that there was helplessness and naivety in this being. I had to stop him several times from touching my breasts and the like, and he seemed confused when not accepted. Some kind of sexual slave? Possibly.
As I was only 14 at the time, I could hardly take him in right away, but I stayed with him for a long time, just holding him until he stopped shaking, then cleaning the grime and dried blood from his flawless body.
We took him in. No one ever came looking for him, and he never spoke about his life, or himself. But he never wanted to leave my side, and as I got older, I began to give into his cravings for physical pleasure every once in a while. Rocky seemed perfectly content most of the time to just be with me though, watching me. He defended me always, and even now, when I still have him by my side, he's someone whom I love.
The creature of the night had stolen my heart completely.
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