Hellish Love II
Author Notes - Howdy, all. I'm back with a new drabble series for the Pinsty pairing, and a sequel to a previous one in fact. Some of you may remember my word drabble series 'Hellish Love', which I completed last year (actually on the 29th of last year). I had since then intended to follow it up because I enjoyed writing for it so much, and here we are. :D If you haven't yet read HL, then I suggest that you should. You don't have to, but it'd be nice. :) Anyway, here's part 2, and I hope you will enjoy it. I've had this particular piece half-written for a year or so; I had started writing it on a whim, and wasn't really sure what to do with it. So I thought I'd use it as the establishing drabble for this series. Let me know what you think, and many thanks for tuning in. Here's to 100 more drabbles. If you have any ideas or word suggestions, just leave them in the review box. Cheers. - Laura
Acceptance
Kirsty knew that there was more to sex and pain than a sleazy porn magazine and novelty spiked handcuffs could never even begin to satiate. To some, those earthly gratifications would never be enough, and she was curious. Curious of that alternate dimension she had gotten a glimpse of, had even once stepped into.
She was once ignorant, completely oblivious to what lay beyond this limited world. But her eyes had been well and truly opened since that fateful night.
Since then, her whole world was heightened, and her mind enlightened. She knew of things; of torments and pleasures that no mere mortal were ever meant to witness. Deadly secrets that breathed of places deeper and darker than Hell, of twisted experiences eliminating the human definition of pain,or the superficial thoughts of pleasure that blurred the fine line between these two sensations, connecting them unto an eternal dance of sick wonders and unorthodox heavens and hells interlinked on the grounds of a bizarre, haunted, majestic purgatory.
Her soul was tainted by his very glare, and Kirsty - as cunning as a slippery eel - had evaded his grasp not once, but twice. That very night, the box had been tinkled and caressed within her long, and curious fingers. His voice, haunting, mesmerising and commanding, teased her ears, daring her to seek out Hell's riddle once more, setting the corrosion and annihilation of her very soul in motion.
Since the events which took place at Channard Institute, she had nowhere else to go, a lonely lost soul tainted by darkness. She thought that she no longer cared.
That was until she met Trevor.
Tall, dark and handsome Trevor.
The man she would go on to wed.
Trevor Gooden. Dark with malicious intent toward his forever loving and forgiving wife.
Trevor would use the box as the weapon that - he believed - would kill her. But he would be unaware of the connection the Leader of Cenobites and Kirsty shared, of the understanding between them. That of which proved to be his undoing, to the delight of the Cenobite Prince, and his revenge-hungry and heartbroken wife.
That final act would secure Kirsty's place at the Hell Prince's side, and she would now finally - with perfect clarity - understand and accept her fate.
Now in-tune with her own twisted, dark mind, her curiosity sated, and knowing she belonged to the Prince and his world, she finally embraced it without argument, and no resistance.
No reluctance.
Just pure sweet acceptance.