38. When
(An off the beaten path, piece…slight horror elements.)
When was it that she came here?
When was it, that she, creature of all creatures, found the draw to be here?
When was it, exactly…that she first felt the call of the wild nature within the pit of her soul?
When was it that she, only one of many succubae, came to call this place home?
Why did they feel so compelled?
Shizuru didn't know, but, she felt particularly emboldened by the taste of pure desire as it lingered on her lips, the lifeblood of her species, the draw of her people. That such a fine taste would call to her, and that she would find and answer it…she felt strangely about it.
Again, forced to ponder why…
When was it, that she chose this little pet of hers, this human?
When was it, that she, of all creatures, decided to warm this woman's bed?
When was it, exactly…that she first discovered that she could shackle her desire, pin it down to the depths of her mind, leaving it there?
When was it, that she chose willing to leave this pitiful human creature alive?
"Shizuru…"
And when was it that she discovered, that her name, spoken in such a way, sounded like the sweetest thing in the world.