"Kiss me, kiss this..!
I don't remember..!
Three years, three tears!
What's wrong and...
Damn!"
Static-X:"S.O.M."
Red.
His world had now shifted it's colour one more time, and had turned to red. He remembered the significance of that colour... She had tattoos carved onto her skin, all with tribal symbols of archaic fears, coloured in blood red... Crimson for his flames.
He remembered a song they used to listen to. And he thought that he understood the theme only too well, "Black and White and Red All Over". The three colours were matching his sight, his mind.
Deep inside of his mind, he saw the bright colours of a miracle; the shining faerie lights that raced each other in a contest of burning the brightest...
...As he watched, he sensed that something was wrong in this picture. He knew that it's edges had frayed, and the picture never was perfect after that; never again was it the same.
"So..." she asked, as she broke their kiss and retreated from him, "Are you ready to state your loyalty yet?"
"Give me... anything but this one..." he replied, trying to escape. She smiled. He always had tried to avoid the inevitable. How naive he was; how uneducated in the matters of control and influence. He had never seen her grip hold him tight before he had felt it crush the bone framework around his mind.
And he was giving in to that sense of being crushed by something as tender as it was violent. He couldn't resist it. He hated it with all of his being; while he adored the sight of his own world falling down.
"What is on your mind?"
"Nothing..."
"Don't lie."
"I... swear..."
"DON'T SWEAR FOR NOTHING!!!"
Her entire palm was pressed onto his stomach, and he felt a great amount of pain emerge from the contact point, sending the glass shards in his veins to travel his body once again.
His throat couldn't handle it. He screamed in absolute agony, begged to all the gods that had abandoned him to stop it.
And suddenly, the red sting ceased to enter. It stuck itself out of his skin, only to leave it's shards to travel across his veins and enter his mind a little bit deeper.
"Now..." she said, her voice turning seductive and sweet again, "Tell me what's on your mind."
"I... was... just thinking... About my... doubt."
"Doubt? You doubt something? What is it that you doubt?"
"You... me... us... them... everything..."
"Why do you doubt it?"
He laid on the altar for one more second before he answered her question; and as the words slipped out from between his broken lips, he knew that the final line he had to cross will have been crossed when the exclaimation mark was put at the end of his sentence.
"Because... you still... hurt me... and I am... loyal to... only you..."
She smiled. She had won. She had destroyed his shell. She had destroyed his control over his own mind. She had destroyed his defence, his resistence, his pain... She had destroyed him.
"Now..." she said, as he felt her touch on his forehead and shivered with it, "I will show the world to your own beautiful eyes."
He felt his blindness be lifted slowly... As the world started to fade into his view, a sentence escaped him; and gave her even more joy.
"I... love you but... you still hurt me..."