The Slave
The moaning.... the grunting,
The sudden, momentary lapses of memory,
Her mangled body, quivering underneath
Her hair a frenzied mesh of fur,
Her eyes wild and burning,
Her bodice, that of a tortured slave....
Sweat, blood, tears, and rags,
Stuck to her body like paste,
The throbbing.... the throbbing,
It burned, warm and like wrought metal
It burned, the aching... how she ached so horribly
It burned...
And yet, it felt so good, so good
Every movement she made brought her pain,
Even thinking so small a thought caused agony,
Her wrists, filthied by the rusted chains that bound her,
Their grip was tighter, her breathing was labored,
It felt so good.... and yet the pain of the burning was unbearable,
And it kept moving... and moving...
Those eyes... those horrible velvety eyes,
Those horrible, horrible eyes... how they bored into her
So dark they were, as if they pierced into her very soul,
How their unmoving gaze held her still,
How wretched she felt, to have allowed this to happen,
How wretched she felt,
How wretched she felt,
And how wonderful she realized it was...
To feel such disgust at such an act, and yet love it all the more...
How her mind was ripped from its sanity with each throbbing beat...
And the eyes bored into her...
And how they chained her where she lay...
She cried, so weakly and childishly,
Only to be silence by a slap in the face,
She screamed, and arched her back, and cried even more,
The throbbing increased more,
As did her heartbeat...
It was moving faster...
And faster...
The pain, the unnerving, bone-breaking pain,
It was unlike anything she felt before,
It was too much, too much to bear,
And then she screamed aloud again,
She'd been clawed in her side, the wounds nearly piercing her ribs,
And it roared, and moved faster,
She screamed, her whole body writhing and trembling,
Suddenly the air whooshed out of her, as a large flat object caved in her chest,
She coughed up blood, and cried even louder, but no avail,
It moved faster, harder... and then...
It slammed into her, all the way to her stomach...
It had torn her open, two inches deep
She screamed at the top of her lungs,
She screamed high and loud,
She screamed with such power she never knew lay within,
And her insides burned as her blood steamed and turn acidic,
And a white substance oozed out of her, bubbling and hissing,
She whimpered , as she watched it pull of her...
And beheld,
Its figure, covered in white substance, mangled with blood and strips of flesh....
And then, her mind snapped...
Her last remaining source of sanity had fled...
She had finally given in...
And it looked upon her, with unblinking, disgusted eyes...
How it loathed her, hated her, pitied her existence,
And then it got up and left her in the dungeon...
Its task complete
It cared not for its horrifying appearance, that mattered little
It stood 8 & 1/2 feet tall, it towered over even the tallest of me,
Its skin the color of dark cherry wood,
Its eyes velvety in color and luster,
Its body, chiseled and muscled beyond imagination,
And its nature, dark and sinister...
The monster, a child of the Gods of the Olde...
The girl, his wife--denied by his kin...
A curse he laid upon her bodice,
A curse he suffers, but cares he not,
And tomorrow, her torture will resume again...
As revenge against his godly kin for their trespass against him...
The sudden, momentary lapses of memory,
Her mangled body, quivering underneath
Her hair a frenzied mesh of fur,
Her eyes wild and burning,
Her bodice, that of a tortured slave....
Sweat, blood, tears, and rags,
Stuck to her body like paste,
The throbbing.... the throbbing,
It burned, warm and like wrought metal
It burned, the aching... how she ached so horribly
It burned...
And yet, it felt so good, so good
Every movement she made brought her pain,
Even thinking so small a thought caused agony,
Her wrists, filthied by the rusted chains that bound her,
Their grip was tighter, her breathing was labored,
It felt so good.... and yet the pain of the burning was unbearable,
And it kept moving... and moving...
Those eyes... those horrible velvety eyes,
Those horrible, horrible eyes... how they bored into her
So dark they were, as if they pierced into her very soul,
How their unmoving gaze held her still,
How wretched she felt, to have allowed this to happen,
How wretched she felt,
How wretched she felt,
And how wonderful she realized it was...
To feel such disgust at such an act, and yet love it all the more...
How her mind was ripped from its sanity with each throbbing beat...
And the eyes bored into her...
And how they chained her where she lay...
She cried, so weakly and childishly,
Only to be silence by a slap in the face,
She screamed, and arched her back, and cried even more,
The throbbing increased more,
As did her heartbeat...
It was moving faster...
And faster...
The pain, the unnerving, bone-breaking pain,
It was unlike anything she felt before,
It was too much, too much to bear,
And then she screamed aloud again,
She'd been clawed in her side, the wounds nearly piercing her ribs,
And it roared, and moved faster,
She screamed, her whole body writhing and trembling,
Suddenly the air whooshed out of her, as a large flat object caved in her chest,
She coughed up blood, and cried even louder, but no avail,
It moved faster, harder... and then...
It slammed into her, all the way to her stomach...
It had torn her open, two inches deep
She screamed at the top of her lungs,
She screamed high and loud,
She screamed with such power she never knew lay within,
And her insides burned as her blood steamed and turn acidic,
And a white substance oozed out of her, bubbling and hissing,
She whimpered , as she watched it pull of her...
And beheld,
Its figure, covered in white substance, mangled with blood and strips of flesh....
And then, her mind snapped...
Her last remaining source of sanity had fled...
She had finally given in...
And it looked upon her, with unblinking, disgusted eyes...
How it loathed her, hated her, pitied her existence,
And then it got up and left her in the dungeon...
Its task complete
It cared not for its horrifying appearance, that mattered little
It stood 8 & 1/2 feet tall, it towered over even the tallest of me,
Its skin the color of dark cherry wood,
Its eyes velvety in color and luster,
Its body, chiseled and muscled beyond imagination,
And its nature, dark and sinister...
The monster, a child of the Gods of the Olde...
The girl, his wife--denied by his kin...
A curse he laid upon her bodice,
A curse he suffers, but cares he not,
And tomorrow, her torture will resume again...
As revenge against his godly kin for their trespass against him...