Kissing me, touching me, this isn't anything new. You've done this to me so many times before. At first, I was shocked you were doing this to me. Confused as to why you wanted my body this way. You weren't as rough with me, at least not as rough as you were with me in combat.
Over time you became more ruthless as well as impatient with me. You'd merely throw my body down and take me; like a built up lust inside you that drove uncontrollable thirst and hunger like no other.
Then it finally hit me. I was so foolish to think, that you, of all people actually loved me. I blame myself –hate myself- for even thinking you cared, and for not stopping this from even starting. Then again, I remember fighting to hold you off, pushing myself as hard as I could, and in the end, it never worked.
As always, you won over, and that's why this has all started. I understand everything now. You're only doing this because you want the stone. Only using me like this so I'll obey your orders. I wont. I'll never. No matter how many times you abuse me like this.
Even now, you're touching me, nipping the back of my neck, leaning close to my ear and whispering things to me. After a while, your kisses become rougher, your hands slide up my sides, and I can see you smirk as you feel goose bumps rise on my skin.
Before long, you've taken me, too exhausted to tell me anymore. I can feel myself falling asleep, but my thoughts are still running wildly through my head. I know this isn't love. But I keep thinking that it is. And it hurts, to love someone and know that they hardly care back, they're only using you for their own misfortunes. Is that all I am, a toy? A slave and nothing more? It hurts to think, and at this point, I'm too tired to think about it anymore. All I have to look forward too is another heartbreaking day tomorrow night as well, and hope I can prove as something other than just a toy to you.