Author's note: Beta'd by Midnight Spiral.
He comes to me in the night; my dark prince.
I've never even seen his face in daylight, but I know his body, inch by inch. And I know his voice, like he knows my screams.
He likes when I plead with him, beg him for more, or call him my prince, my master.
I feel like I should fear him. I don't even know exactly why he came into my life, what's his plan are for my country or world.
I saw a figure outside in my lawn one day, and walked out to greet the stranger. Then I recognized him from the news from the attack on New York, and wanted to scream and run away in terror. But I was paralyzed, and he came closer, his weapon aimed at me. He looked into my eyes and must have seen something that pleased him.
He lowered his weapon, a spear, and stepped up to me. Then he kissed me.
I was afraid, ashamed that I leaned into him instead of pushing him away. But from that moment on, we became lovers. I never know when he will come, or what he does when he is not here. And I hate myself for not calling the police. But just a little.
I blame my life. The loss and the shit life have thrown at me. So I take my comfort in his arms, denying my sense of right and wrong. I need the moments with him, like I need air.
Or more accurately, like I need pain killers when plagued by a horrible head ache. Or the alcohol to drown my grief.
Because even though he leaves me sore, when he's with me he takes all the pain away.
He might be the bane of Earth, but he is my savior.