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Domination
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He could walk through a village burning to the ground the stench of burning bodies was wondrous. It smelled like…
…Lust. That painfully burning lust that strikes at the worst times of night when he just needed to get out of the house away from six other men who knew his trials, but he didn't want to lower himself to letting them know.
And in the forests that were dark and glittering with night a dark woman sat watching a curse take its toll and ringing the life from the man that dared hurt her pride. She smirked victoriously and turned at a sound in the night.
Her hair falling over her shoulders in shades of silver, he left before morning and she couldn't help but pout at the injustice of it all.
A true beauty, taking things into her own hands. Telling him he was going to die. He turned and smirked.
"And that's going to stop me from walking away how?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
She glared and huffed. And maybe she wasn't so beautiful after all.
Because beauty was supposed to be in the form of a submissive, obedient woman with no opinion other than what you say. Or that's the kind of woman men settle down with.
He didn't settle down.
There's beauty in what you can crush underfoot.
She refused to be dominated, she refused to be sweet and obedient, she had a fire behind her that kept him coming back.
Because he didn't settle down, and you only settled down with those sweet obedient women anyway. She was that lust that struck at the worst times of night.
And she had been right, he had died. And somehow she had not only wanted to be right for her own pride, but wanted to be wrong…for herself.
And she was selfish and if he were still there she wouldn't let him leave before the morning.
Because if he didn't come back the next night he would be just another cursed man…
…That had dared to get too close without meaning to.