Trapped

You're coming. I can hear your footsteps as you move up the stairs, a constant but graceful beat. Gagged and cuffed to the table, my heart beat partly in trepidation and excitement as I awaited my doom. The room becomes smaller and the air doesn't feel like air anymore as you enter the room, your presence filling up every nook and cranny.

"Don't be scared, you love the pain." You say and in humiliation, I realize that it's true. When did I start craving your touch, when did I start craving pain? I shiver as you run your finger down my body and I whimper as you trap me with your gaze.

Your eyes, so soulless, so vast. I try to silence my inner voice screaming at me. The cuffs, the whips, the chains, why am I not struggling, why do I still want you? You look into my eyes and I feel you scanning and reading my soul, hearing my inner voice and silencing it effectively.

We shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be doing this. Many people have warned me against you and tried to make me see through your lies and deceit but I keep coming back over and over again.

What is it about you that keeps bringing me back? Am I just broken or is it something more? I don't know who I am when I'm with you, a puppet meant to be pulled around.

I sense my body permitting you, relaxing under your gaze. Your eyes shine with wicked approval and hunger. I say a little prayer in my head as I prepare myself. You pull down my gag and lean close to my face, the magnetic force between our bodies stronger than ever and say" What should we play."