Hiya!
A/N:
I did promise this story and here it is! :P
Now my lovely ones...this is a M rated fic for a reason and those reasons...are exactly what they are no need to elaborate any further. *grins evilly*
This idea gave me a whiplash the other day and my neck still hurt till now *grimaces* that was how strongly it smacked me right on the face! XD
It's just absolutely delicious to me and I couldn't resist.
Hope you lovely readers like it. :)
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
-Shakespeare-
•Prologue•
-The Fallen Angel-
The flickering neon sign across the street alternating with flashes of headlights flitted through a gap on the curtain and every now and then would illuminate the walls and the rumpled sheets of the unmade bed. The room was pitch dark and stiffly silent. At the foot of the bed, on the floor a small figure was lying on her side with her knees drawn up to her chest, her thin arms covering her face and her lustrous black hair in complete disarray scattered over her shoulders and slender neck.
She was peeking over her bent elbow, her large amethyst eyes glazed over. A black lace and silk negligee haphazardly covering her body with one strap slipping over one pale shoulder. Her creamy skin seemed to glow faintly in the shadows.
What the darkness so discreetly hid were the dozens of empty bottles of Jack black label scattered at her feet and the tell-tale white powdery substance on the small table. A pack of Marlboro lights and an overflowing ashtray near her head for easy access. But she had not moved for the past five hours. She just stared on blankly as if some invisible force was pinning her down.
It had been too long since she had been in the normal world. Way too long to even remember what the streets looked like, what the places she used to be so familiar with were like. The sights, the sounds, and the things she used to be a part of now seemed more like a dream than ever.
She had seemed lost, like a child separated from her mother in a crush of people on a crowded sidewalk and the light was flashing green urging her to walk forward. But she couldn't, she just stood there frozen and scared. Feeling insignificant and small, trying to pull more of her tiny body into herself—to disappear.
Yes. To disappear.
Completely and utterly separated from the realities she used to be engrossed in at some point until it got too disconcerting for her. Then withdrawing from living it, she had succumbed to the lowest level of hell but somehow it was also heaven. Either or neither it did not really matter because for once she finally existed.
It was a place where the rules weren't really rules. Where every little thing you ever wanted or wished for you could do, you could have without a hint of repercussion from the scrutiny of society. The preaching is just as sacred, the rites just as intricate. The pleasure uninhibited yet restricted—if preferred. One can be the master or the slave. But most of the time the slave remains a slave; trained to perfection, responsive, penitent and wholly sinful.
Anyone can have anything. Everything was available, all of it exquisitely beautiful. Decadence and debauchery in its most perverted splendor, the lush and controlled principles all for utter satisfaction. A one way ticket to heaven or to hell…you take your pick. The slaves are at your beck and call.
She was the one who made sure things went well, always had since it all started. Always.
They called her the Fallen Angel. It was because she was both sweetly innocent and darkly malicious. She excites, she thrills. And it was not just because she was lovely, not just because her slight build had all the curves in all the right places. She was capable. And they depended on her and her ability to keep things together.
She knows all the tricks, she was the master. They worshiped her. They could not—would not exist if not for her. She had put everything into motion and yet she owns nothing of it.
This was her life and everything else merely revolves around her in The Cage.
What do you think? O.o Tell me if it's interesting enough to continue.
Thanks for reading!
-kimchi-
See ya all soon!