Love In A Dark Place
Title: Love In A Dark Place: A Tale of Lust and Addiction.
Author: BleedToBlue
Genre: Original Fiction
Challenge: Mythos
Warning: implied m/f and possible drug use
A/N: Revisionist mythology.
Once upon a time… that’s how all the good ones started out. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away….no, that was something else. They’d warned her about taking things from strangers, especially ones that looked like that. Ones that whispered and tempted with soft promises. Ones with bold eyes and wicked smiles that offered sweets; poison candy. Self denial wasn’t her best thing. Impulse control was a problem.
'Just four, tiny, ruby pieces of forgetfulness lying in the palm of a handsome man's hand.'
"Stay with me," he'd whispered and she'd swallowed. And the future was written.
It was hard to think when your brain was fried and wired and flamed on whatever shit was being passed out. Tonight it wasn’t so bad, maybe it was even good because it ran through the blood, warm and hot and almost smooth. Just enough friction to tease and tempt, to make it feel good; like you'd come back for more.
Not like sometimes when it felt like razors sliding through your veins, slicing you open from the inside out. Internal bleeding never stained the carpet, never made a scene, didn’t leave a mess for anyone else to deal with. She’d prefer it that way, no muss, no fuss. But still it would be good to go easy, to slide out on a wave of happy. Too easy and there was always someone else to think about. Her parents would miss her, maybe she could see them sometime.
This was hell, she was sure of it and the damned dog was still barking. But would hell feel so very good? Maybe. The devil was in the details and this demon was too good to pass up. Handsome, hard-bodied; clever fingers and wicked mouth moving, teasing. 'Like a god' a voice whispered, adding, 'and you will be his goddess.'
Something slid over her skin, silk over satin, smooth and soft and slick, hot and wet. Her eyes were too heavy, heavier than her head that wobbled and lolled and refused to obey her commands, like her eyes, rolled back in her head and refused to open.
She knew he was there, just beyond the barrier of her closed lids, just beyond the veil of numbness. She could feel him but it didn’t matter because she was protected, insulated, safe behind the barrier. Claimed by sensation.
What had he said when he’d made that offer? Something about staying for a while. She was lost but not alone. Maybe she could find her way home, maybe not, maybe she didn't care.
It was dark and warm and she'd find the light...later.
Author: BleedToBlue
Genre: Original Fiction
Challenge: Mythos
Warning: implied m/f and possible drug use
A/N: Revisionist mythology.
Once upon a time… that’s how all the good ones started out. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away….no, that was something else. They’d warned her about taking things from strangers, especially ones that looked like that. Ones that whispered and tempted with soft promises. Ones with bold eyes and wicked smiles that offered sweets; poison candy. Self denial wasn’t her best thing. Impulse control was a problem.
'Just four, tiny, ruby pieces of forgetfulness lying in the palm of a handsome man's hand.'
"Stay with me," he'd whispered and she'd swallowed. And the future was written.
It was hard to think when your brain was fried and wired and flamed on whatever shit was being passed out. Tonight it wasn’t so bad, maybe it was even good because it ran through the blood, warm and hot and almost smooth. Just enough friction to tease and tempt, to make it feel good; like you'd come back for more.
Not like sometimes when it felt like razors sliding through your veins, slicing you open from the inside out. Internal bleeding never stained the carpet, never made a scene, didn’t leave a mess for anyone else to deal with. She’d prefer it that way, no muss, no fuss. But still it would be good to go easy, to slide out on a wave of happy. Too easy and there was always someone else to think about. Her parents would miss her, maybe she could see them sometime.
This was hell, she was sure of it and the damned dog was still barking. But would hell feel so very good? Maybe. The devil was in the details and this demon was too good to pass up. Handsome, hard-bodied; clever fingers and wicked mouth moving, teasing. 'Like a god' a voice whispered, adding, 'and you will be his goddess.'
Something slid over her skin, silk over satin, smooth and soft and slick, hot and wet. Her eyes were too heavy, heavier than her head that wobbled and lolled and refused to obey her commands, like her eyes, rolled back in her head and refused to open.
She knew he was there, just beyond the barrier of her closed lids, just beyond the veil of numbness. She could feel him but it didn’t matter because she was protected, insulated, safe behind the barrier. Claimed by sensation.
What had he said when he’d made that offer? Something about staying for a while. She was lost but not alone. Maybe she could find her way home, maybe not, maybe she didn't care.
It was dark and warm and she'd find the light...later.