Uruha For MajorinettDOCKA
He wanted the
control.
A smile that is joy filled and but does not quiet reach eyes that are like honey.
A voice promising such sweet things and near dripping with a bittersweet honey.
A face that is shining with false happiness and trapping everything in a gooey honey.
Partying until dawn. Until he cannot be concerned just who he falls into his little play room with. Until he cannot be concered with whose soft moans and begs he hears as he whispers such seductive promises to them. Until he cannot be concerned with whose fear is slowly rising when he tightens that leather around thin pale wrists. Until he can no longer be concered with whose blood is flowing down and staining the old red carpet. Until he can no longer be concerned with whose screams are like an aphrodisiac to his utmost pleasure. Until he cannot be concerned with just whose body has to be hidden when the sun finally peaks over the horizon. Partying until he can no longer be concerned with anything.
There are soft kisses and gentle touches, erasing fears and uncertainties, drawing in the trust and commitment until they are like putty in his hand, until they are willing to say anything, do anything, as long as he would touch him. Then everything
s . h . i . f . t . s
The blood and the tears and the screams come then. And they are all beggingbeggingbegging him to stop, to withdraw all the touches they so yearned for. Pleading with him to simply stop. They are powerful, influential, they can help him, if only he would stop. If only he would leave them alone.
But you are never alone.
Not in this house.
They are powerless, some no name person from some no name family. To him, they are nothing.
Personal AIM- Sakura Kuroyo
Muse's AIM- feelsfilthy
control.
A smile that is joy filled and but does not quiet reach eyes that are like honey.
A voice promising such sweet things and near dripping with a bittersweet honey.
A face that is shining with false happiness and trapping everything in a gooey honey.
Partying until dawn. Until he cannot be concerned just who he falls into his little play room with. Until he cannot be concered with whose soft moans and begs he hears as he whispers such seductive promises to them. Until he cannot be concerned with whose fear is slowly rising when he tightens that leather around thin pale wrists. Until he can no longer be concered with whose blood is flowing down and staining the old red carpet. Until he can no longer be concerned with whose screams are like an aphrodisiac to his utmost pleasure. Until he cannot be concerned with just whose body has to be hidden when the sun finally peaks over the horizon. Partying until he can no longer be concerned with anything.
There are soft kisses and gentle touches, erasing fears and uncertainties, drawing in the trust and commitment until they are like putty in his hand, until they are willing to say anything, do anything, as long as he would touch him. Then everything
s . h . i . f . t . s
The blood and the tears and the screams come then. And they are all beggingbeggingbegging him to stop, to withdraw all the touches they so yearned for. Pleading with him to simply stop. They are powerful, influential, they can help him, if only he would stop. If only he would leave them alone.
But you are never alone.
Not in this house.
They are powerless, some no name person from some no name family. To him, they are nothing.
Personal AIM- Sakura Kuroyo
Muse's AIM- feelsfilthy