A sequel to "Fallen"
Theme: Caged
Warning: dark material
I can no longer remember who I am, or was.
I cannot tell what place this is.
I cannot recall how many years have already passed.
In this chamber, there is nothing but darkness, save what little light illuminated by two white flames burning eerily on the walls.
There is one thing that I do know, just as the voices in my head keep telling me.
I am his. His one and only. Just as he is mine.
I exist only for him and nothing else. I live for his every breath and smile. I will grant him my body if he desires it, my soul if he wills it so. Though I don't know if what I'm carrying inside me can be called a soul.
He whose hair shines like the ghostly flames in our room is the reason I am here.
He does not allow me to leave his chamber, to which I obey. I have never stepped one foot outside that door. I have never met any other being, except for Pry, the maid who came in everyday to bring me food and new clothes.
There was one time when two men came very close. I can't remember their faces for it was a long time ago, but there was certain visions of yellow and red. It seemed they had tried to sneak into our chamber. He found out, of course, before they could even lay their eyes on me. They merely wanted to satiate their curiosity, they had said. I don't know what happened to them, but ever since that day not a single soul has come to disturb me again.
Every night as I lay in his arms, he whispers countless words of caress and comfort in my ears, complimenting me of my beauty and loyalty. I have noticed he is really fond of my golden hair. He likes to spread it out on the bed, like a silk carpet, which he would then proceed to admire for hours before making love to me. When he does, he forbids me from closing my eyes or looking away. My eyes must be on his, my voice screaming nothing but his name.
He showers me with passion and tenderness. Except when he was angry, which fortunately, he rarely is.
But when he was, he would not hesitate to take me right on the hard, cold floor. His eyes were darkened by desire and lust, his movements wild and rough, his body craving and punishing, teeth sinking into my skin, and hands ravaging every part of my body.
Just like a beast.
And I am his prey, forever trapped in this cage.
He has been angry a lot lately. Pry said there has been talks of a birth of a new star over the Northern sky and that the moon is rising again. He barely leaves my presence these days. Sometimes he stares at me as if I could disappear at any moment.
I don't know why the thought of escaping has never crossed my mind, even as every moment I sit in the empty darkness, doing nothing but waiting for him to return just so I can offer myself up to him again.
I feel I might suffocate to death if I stay away from him for long. Some invisible chain is holding me back, voices in my head telling me I can never leave.
I am caged, not only inside this room, but inside my own mind.
- Fin -
This one might have another follow-up.
