The chain rattles every time I moved. It was the only amusement I could get at a time like this. Besides waiting, all I could do was rattle the chain. Listen as it the sound filled the room. Always the same sound but always different as the days go by.
I couldn't remember how this all started. I didn't dare try. After so long, your body just gives up. It was hopeless. I would forever be chained. Forever loyally to my master. But just because my body as surround to him, doesn't mean my soul has.
I never wanted this. I never wanted to be this way. Most of the time, I cured this body. I cured how it reacted. Would wait, thinking how I could escape. To be free. But all my plans failed. It was an impossible dream. Impossible freedom.
I always had my emotion hidden. He always like when he saw my pain so I hide it. I hide the pain. I hide the auger. I hide behind a wall that not then he could break. I was safe. I would never see the fear in his eyes. I wouldn't allow him the salvation.
I heard the footsteps. I heard the voice. I moved. There were always places he would want me to be. If not he would make it worst. I closed my eyes. I heard him come in. I heard him enter. I could hear his cloths softly fall to the floor. I heard the footsteps come closers to me.
I felt him place himself in-between my open legs. I cured my body for reacting to him breath on my neck. I cured how he trained me react when he moved. His first was the neck. I pulled my mind out of my body, a waited for this torture to end. I felt my body move to warp my arms around his neck as his attacked mine. Body was in control now.
He was always possessive. Maybe that was why he did this. Maybe that's why he made sure that everyone knew I was his and his only. Maybe that was why he banned me from everyone, so that the close thing he had to a friend was the birds that came to him.
My body reacted to his every touch. My month open to release moans and groans. My month gasped when I received a painful bite to the chest for my sounds being to loud. A whimper moved out of my month, my body moved against his, asking for forgiveness. As always it was with a hard, deep kiss to my month.
I long couldn't even look at him during these times. But not out of disgust, out of fear. I knew if I ever looked in to his eyes during, I would finally lose to him. I would lose everything that was still mine. What little that was. I would finally give him my soul.
My month gasped was my body felt him inside it. My moaned in to his throat. My body moved with him. Or tried to. I noticed that he lost himself when he was inside of my body. Taking my body. Marking it. Claiming it as his.
After hour of the torture, he was finish. I came back in to my body. I groaned as I felt the familiar pain in my lower body. I felt him moved out of me and moved to the side. I felt his arm move over my body pulling me in to him. The chain's rattled filled the room as with sounds of panting. Regrettably, were mine.
I could feel my body shutting down. I felt weak. I felt helpless. I felt regret. But after all the time this has happened, out of the things he has done or said, no matter what he did, I couldn't stop the feeling I felt for him. It was sick. I know. But no matter what. My body, my mind, and my soul would always love him.
I felt his breath on my ear. I waited for to say the words. He would always wait until I was just a the edge of falling in to my dreams. My only sanctuary from this cured world. The words that, even after 400 years, would still haunt my mind.
"You are mine.
Mine for forever.
Do matter what happens,
this body, this soul
will forever be mine"