SNAKE'S EYES
"Orochimaru-sama!" my cries resound between the walls of the room. I barely can keep my eyes open while my body struggle between pain and pleasure. He's quiet, smiling with a malevolent smile that actually doesn't reflect any feeling. Only my cries fill the room, so loud that everyone outside must hear them too. But I don't care, because now he's there only for me. This night there is no one more, and won't as long as I keep myself awake. Some time ago this would happen more often, nearly every night, but little by little my lord has been calling me fewer times to his side. I know, or at least I want to believe, that he'll never forget completely about me. Still, I can't help but cling on him every night like it was the last… because it may be the last. Every time he calls me to his bedroom I try to engrave in my mind every sensation: his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck, the taste of his lips, the fire he lights inside me. When he calls me and I'm with him, I forget all my fears. His words are not sweet, his caresses are not soft, but this doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that he's here, with me. And I cling on him desiring the night would never end… until I have so little strength left that I can barely breathe. Then I wake up the following day, alone, soaked in sweat and with my legs covered in blood. And then reality appears in front of me as hard as it is, because he isn't and won't be with me in a very long time. Because he has better toys to play with, because I'm becoming less and less useful for him. I go berserk and I'll probably break one or two things before I fall to my knees and cry… cry like I've never cried, like every time he disappear from my side. "I'm going to betray him," I tell to myself, "I'll make him regret every single thing he has done to me". And the only thing I do the following days is plan how I will do it, how I will escape from here. When I hear other cries from his bedroom I add another idea to my plan. Days and weeks go by and I have a perfect plan that I'll never set in motion. And at the end, I have to resign myself to the fact that I'll go back, and it'll be again all the same. But even if I wanted to escape I couldn't. Even if I could escape, I'll never want to. The wounds of my body heal fast and the wounds of my heart will be forgotten as soon as I look at him and he looks at me, with the word "desire" tattooed in his snake's eyes. "Kabuto", he calls me, "I need you in my chamber tonight", and I should refuse, and I shouldn't let him play with me like he does. "Yes, Orochimaru-sama" I say, because I'll never be able to refuse to do anything he tells me to. Because I, who never belonged to anyone, now belong only to him. "Yes, Orochimaru-sama".
