≛ Serpentes et Felis ≛

What a marvelous whirlwind I was caught up in. The pain enveloping me in it's warm embrace. I let my body go limp underneath her, putting up no resistance as she abused me. Instead my eyes remained closed, a grimace painted against my lips as I attempt to remain silent, keeping a groan from leaving my lips. She had done just as I wished, they prey this time laying the trap. I knew what I needed, and I knew how to coax someone to provide. I had upset her, this I know. Challenged her power in ways she never thought I would. And therefore, provoking the anger I had seen within her the moment my eyes met hers. (Lust such as this should be illegal to feel). How my body yearned for her touch, so much it almost hurt. But I didn't like this pain. 

I do not fear her, not in the way she expects me to. Even as words once again ring through the room, accompanied by the clicking of a lock. "Beginning to see what this means?" I again force the groan from leaving my lips, a silent begging for her to continue. My eyes fly open for a single second taking in the scene above me. Her shirt is lifted off her shoulders, a sharp whip against my stomach. The pain lingers upon the bruises, an intoxicating spiral up my spine. I do not breath, my lungs trapping the expiring air, causing my head to spin. I feel as though I should say something. I wish to touch her again, to force her hand upon me. (Yet I know not to push this huntress any further than I already had). 

Nonetheless my body aches, in a desperate way that is nothing less of unbearable. Any ounce of control I had gained was gone, drained from me as my eyes once again open. They dart around the room as a rapid pace. The pain is slowly building within me, threatening to escape in a way I could not contain. Could not control. And it scared me. (Yet I cannot find the will to move as I wait for her next move with baited breath.) I finally release the air trapped within my lungs, beginning to pant like a dog having just chased its own tail. I was dizzy, whether this be from the high or the intense need I was experiencing I am still unsure. My mind desperately searches for something to say. Something to cause the huntress to once again lay her hands upon me. 

"Please..." A desperate please was drawn from my lips, against my will. Yet I was sure I could not wait any longer lest I would burst. (I want the pain. I want the pain.) Had I gone too far? Had my brashness only angered her in making me wait. You couldn't stick this needle in my arm, plunging it deep within my vein yet only giving me enough to feel the high coming, yet unable to experience it. My hand makes a grasping motion in the air, as if in a vain attempt to pull her onto my chest once more. My heart wishes so desperately to escape its cage. It pounds within my ears and abdomen, as if turning on it's host, attacking the body in which it was trapped. "Just..." I cannot pull the words from my lips. My throat will not put the emotions that fly through my hand into the proper words. Instead my own hand, nails worn down from anxious biting, dig into my flank. As if pushing the plunger upon the vial with a weak hand. 

(It's not enough.) Yet I find no apprehension within my heart. No fear for what this girl will do to me. As when one yearns for pain what is the worse a stranger could do but not comply? (Just do it dammit!) A silent scream leaves me.