His Way


His hands clasp at me, clawing and scratching, tearing deep red marks down my thighs. He wants me and he takes me; This is always his way. His breath is so hot on my neck, trails of sweat snaking down my back. He comes here at night and I don't ask questions.

My days are monotonous, mundane. I wander the hallways, desperately wishing for the moon to rise and scare away the loathsome day. Only at night am I at liberty to release him, have him release the animal within me. I spend the light hours silently counting away the hours until my love can return.

Night falls and I am pinned down with a flick of his wand. His weight bears down upon me, a delicious burden I am happy to endure. He always keeps his mouth pressed to my ear, whispering sordid things to me. My beautiful, wretched oracle; My perfect corruption.

When our cries crescendo, I scream my soul out to him and shut my eyes tightly. I know when I open them, he will be gone. I find myself back in my dormitory, flushed and panting, clothes scattered around me. I lean over just in time to catch the words 'Until we meet again, my darling' fade from the pages of the diary.



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