Hello Darkness There was a smudge on her psyche. A smear on the windshield of her mind, a memento fr
Hello Darkness There was a smudge on her psyche. A smear on the windshield of her mind, a memento from some collision she’d barely remembered. It was the only way it made sense, to have something that dark and intimidating to occupy a space in her head. There had to be some sort of external cause. It mostly happened when she let her mind wander, thoughts stretching out like vines into the dark of the forest, questing out and reaching, only to be grasped back by Him. That darkness. That inspecific, smirking presence that made her squirm and furrow her brow, lust and anxiety crashing together inside her, waves against rocks. She didn’t know what was so appealing about it, and didn’t want to know. The thought of delving into herself like that, of breaking down the reasons and the inclinations, terrified her. It was bad enough that she enjoyed these things; worse would be to find it out that it was some irrevocable, ingrained trait of her personality, that she was the one responsible, and it wasn’t some freak accident that had led her down this path. But He hovered there, wordlessly commanding her hand between her legs, her lip between her teeth. Grinning at the edge of her periphery, a collage of features, none of them collating with any other, no big picture she could pull back from and hold in her mind’s eye all at once. Strong nose. Piercing eyes. The hair on the back of His hands. Generic beauty, tempered by sadistic intent. Her very own fantasy. Her very own nightmare. Sometimes she wished He’d speak, make himself known to her. But such wishes were futile, a farce that expected more than He could ever give. Illusions and phantoms didn’t have autonomy, only the ability to wield your subconscious, manifest your desires in such a way that you can’t expect, but always want. She would never be surprised by anything He did, and He would never step past the threshold, step out from the edges of her vision and allow her to see Him clearly. To do that, He’d need to be more than a fantasy. To do that, she was going to have to find someone real. -- source link
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