• Drift, I drift, my clear eyes gone to mist. Gray then black as my eyelids slide shut. I’m drifting, body and mined are numb but filled with bliss. There is no light. Where is the light? Darkness is all that I can see. What could this be? A Voice I hear, but where is it and who? Soft brush of silk on my lips but what is this, soft hands on my face? They move and caress in a familiar way. Who orders them to move in such a way? Worm is there touch to chase away the chill. What is this? I feel not a stitch of clothing on me. I feel the soft fathers on my back but what of my front. Warmth lies on my side. What is this, it moves to cover me. Worm, soft breath the scent of mint flows over my face then neck. Soft brush of silk on my neck slowly it moves, no, not silk but skin, lips?! Worm and wet. Who is this? Where am I? Warmth and softness lays on me. What is happing to me? Soft brush of lips pulled back to press teeth to my palm, no not just teeth, fangs. My hand held gently yet firmly in one hand the other toys with the hair at the nap of my neck. Soft presser then a dull pain, wet warmth drizzles down and off my arm to drip on the soft fathers I lay on. Puzzle pissed memories slide past in a bluer. Old, new, good, bad all from my past, mixed and matched nun of them make any cents. The hand that played with my hair now slides under my back to rape around my waist. The grip on my hand tightens the dull pain begins to turn to a slight burning feeling, like someone has set my blood on fire and the flame is slowly growing. The burning begins to spread through my hand and into my arm. The numbness in my head begins to fade; the mummeries begin to make cents. Slowly I begin to open my eyes to see my surroundings. The room was dark with some small candles lit here and there; the room looked as big as two bed rooms put to gather. The bed was huge; it took up half the room. The blanket was red velvet packed full of goose feathers I think. A man with brown, shoulder length, curly hair lay on me. His hair covered his face as he grasped my hand. The burning has spread throughout my baby now. I felt dizzy as I tried to move, the man simply squeezed me tighter to him. Panic began to take hold as my body burned and I became dizzier. I began to struggle as his grip became tighter. I thrashed about but he still held me. I gathered my strength and managed to ripe my hand from his grip. I yelped as I felt something rip and slide out of the skin of my palm. Suddenly both my hands where seized and pined to the bed, as I look up I could see my captor looking down at me with blood stand lips. His eyes a dark green like the forest pine with a red outlining ring, a boyish but manly face with sharp but smooth features; very handsome. Both hands and body pined, my body burning I still struggled to get free. His grip tightened to near suffocation; I could no longer breathe. I struggled more and tried to gasp for air. I could feel the small burning begin to turn into an overwhelming blaze. The dizziness began to take its toil; I could no longer see strait. My body, despite my orders for it to move, began to still its self. His grip softened to where I could breathe easily agene, his other hand let go of my now unmoving hands to cup my face. His thump rubbed my cheek tenderly like what you would do to comfort a lover. The blazing fire was overflowing my body, it felt like I was about to burst into flames from the inside out. Tears began to flow from my eyes to slide down my face and into his hand. I could hear gasping and whimpering sounds escape past my lips, I felt disgusted for letting such sounds out of my mouth. My body began to tremble from the pain as it grew more and more unbearable. “Hush, hush it will all be over soon.” His voice was like worm honey pouring over me in waves. It calmed me some but the pain was still there thrashing inside me. I began to shake violently as the flame broke to an all new level of pain. Hands held me, pet me trying to sooth me with his lips kissing all over, his voice hushing me, humming a soft lullaby, telling me to calm down and go with it. How can anybody take this kind of pain and just go with it like a small cut or burn? This pain was like living in the pits of hell in the eternal flame.