"So rotten,
Sorry,
Truth is the truth- these are my words..."
Static-X:"S.O.M."
White.
Now, the world was white. It had turned to that pure colour he used to see on a pair of wings that were attached to an angel. But his sense of belonging had turned around and had been mutilated so much since then. His vision now only let him see white. Endless white, as if he was blindfolded by the feathers of an angel.
"See... That wasn't so hard, was it?" she demanded, as she got off him with the feeling of satisfaction running through her veins, "You always have to comply... Isn't it so much easier?"
He didn't reply. His mind was drifting above the clouds, which used to be white. They had shifted colour ever since then. The cloud architect had started to construct them with a different style.
"It's..." he said, feeling the last bit of feeling wash away with the colour of white; which brought back the black into him, "So much... easier... But... is it... right?"
"You still can not think outside terms." She said with disappointement, "Right, wrong... These are just words. Useless bunch of letters, strung up together by the twisted strings of a spiral puppeteer, used to fill dictionaries! You know perfectly well that we're beyond terms now."
He turned his head away from her. He had done this instinctively; but now he had to face the ultimate reality that was reflecting on the negative node of white.
He couldn't turn his mind away. He couldn't turn his thoughts away. There was no way that he could turn his soul away from her. And he couldn't turn himself away from this fact either.
He remembered it all... No matter how hard he tried to turn away from the fact, he did remember it. And she seemed to be taking pleasure in the pain she had caused him... And caused herself.
"I..." he said, struggling again, "Want to... Fight... This..."
"You can't. I told you this before." She said, her voice getting serious, "I told you to pay attention too."
"To... what..?" he demanded.
"Me." She replied, "Pay attention to only me. They don't know. They will never understand."
"They... have to..."
"They won't. You know they won't. I told you. They're all afraid of you. Of us. They'll always fear what they won't understand."
"They will... They are... our... friends..."
She stood her ground as she reached out to a rather delicate point of his body, and tapped it with her fingers. The pain got an applause of screaming from him. His body convulsed, he shook, he bit his lip deep enough to draw blood... But he didn't roll off the altar.
She smiled. She was adoring the way his leash was always so easy to pull. She felt herself shiver all over with the pleasure of keeping him in control.
Control. That was what it was all about ever since it had started. In the moment of their encounter, control was there. It had been there ever since... Tempting her, and leaving her thirsty for more.
And as she got more, she drained more from him. She tasted every bit of it like it was the divine drink; taken directly from the goblet of Hyne.
"No... They won't understand it." She repeated.
"They... have to..."
"Does a person always do what she has to do?" she demanded.
No reply came from him. And then, slowly, he parted his lips to speak one more time; from behind the wall of sleep.
"I... don't know why... I let you... Push this onto me."