Chapter 5 – Delicious Torment

I couldn't sleep. The night was cool, the breeze coming in from the skylights above. I lay across my makeshift bed. It was lumpy and smelled of smoke and something else I didn't feel like knowing. They were around me, dancing a sensual dance, taunting me. They knew me. Knew what I wanted. They were my ever faithful companions, but at times like these I doubt their loyalties. Taunting me, biding me to touch, feel. A constant dance they knew would draw me out as it had done so many times before. I clenched my jaw tightly, not this time. I could not succumb to their sensual dances, their sways, twirls, dips, sensual movements, taunting movements, bidding me to come out. To come play. To dance. To taste the sweetness that was at my fingertips.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, leave me be," I shouted at the nothingness of the room. My voice echoing off the walls. Bare walls. Stained. Blotched. Plain. Dark. Dark stains. Dark blotches. Stained blotches. Bare blotches. Bare stains. They laughed at me. At my weakness. Only they knew. Only them. No one else knew. No one else could. They couldn't. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. I would never let that happen. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never let that happen. No. Never.

I twisted to my side, tightly shutting my eyes. Blocking them out. But their voices still taunted me. The sheets twisted across my waist, my bare chest rising and falling. A fast pace. Heart beats. Fast beats. Paced beats. Hot. Cool breezes. Sweet breeze. Cool breeze. Sweet. Sweet sweat. Sweat dripping down my shoulders, across my chest down to be lapped up by the sheets. Bare sheets. Twisted. Twisted sheets. Tight. Across my hips. Bare hips. Flushed hips. Sweat cover hips. Sweat. Slowly down. From my chest. Tingly. Slowly. Down, down. Slowly down. Down there. Down there. Tingles. Sensations. Sweet sensations. More. More sensations. More sweat. Slowly. Slow sensations. Tingles. Down my navel. Past. Sweetly. Not in. Past. So slowly past. To the sheets. Tight sheets. Tight, tight sheets. Oh so tight. Tight all around me. Tight. Oh so tight.

Their voices still ringing in my ears. Moisture coating my body. I couldn't, I shouldn't. I couldn't let them. Shouldn't let them. Them. Them. Them. Them. Them. Always them. Them. Why them. It was always them. Always driving me. Pushing me. Taste. Always telling me to taste. To relish, savor. Sweet flavor. The flavor. It always drove me for more. The taste, it always drove me for more, till there was nothing left. More. Always more. Flavors. Swirls. More swirls. More sweetness. More sensations. The first drop. Swirls. Sensations. Drops. Drop. One. One drop. Sound. The first drop. Taunting. Sweet. Savor. Relish. Sweet flavor.

It was the first drop. Always the first drop. They I was lost. They knew it. I knew it. No one else knew it. Just them. Me. Us. Only us. Them and me. No one else. The first drop. They knew what it was. What I craved for. What I was driven for. That one drop. That one sinful drop.

I covered my ears. Pictures running through my head. Their painting. Memories. Sweet, sweet memories. Of first drops. First drops. Satisfaction. Sweet, sweet satisfaction. Those drops were painted in my mind. I covered my ears tighter. Not tonight. Tonight was not for first drops. For cravings. For fulfilling needs, desires, wants. For satisfaction. No not tonight. No. not tonight. Not now. They would have to wait. Wait for it. Not yet. Not tonight.

I twisted to the other side. The lumps of the mattress bruising me, delicious bruises. No, not tonight. Little drops slid down. Lower. Lower towards the sheets. Tightly twisted sheets. My waist trapped by them. Low. Too low. Craving the drops. My drops. I arched. Losing the feeling, the bruises, sleep. Sleep.

It never came to me. It never loved me. Sleep. Always it left me alone. To them. My dear companions. My taunting companions. It never stayed with me. It always left me. Always.

"Come to me. Come back to me. Come." Whispers. They heard my please. She didn't. Never would. Never cared. Never. Never. Never. Never cared. Never. Never. Never. No. she never cared. They did. Always with me. My sweet companions. Loyal companions. Always loyal. Always. Not like her. Loyal. Them. Not her. She. My elusive beauty. She never cared.

I tuned once more. No. I would not take that drop. Not tonight. It would ruin everything. That one drop. One drop. That drop. Single. One. Only. Only one. The first. The beginning, the first. Initial, first. One drop.

"NO!" NO! No, no, no, no, no, no. leave me be. Leave. Go. Come back to me my elusive love. Come. Make them go away. Come. Come to me. Come to me. For me. Come.

A/N: I know this chapter might be a little confusing, but you will get it later on. I think it was necessary to have… why? You'll soon see. I am also working on the first messy chap so it might take a while...

Till the next time…..

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