“Do you miss him?”
“Is he the subject or me?” I simply asked back and earned a cocked brow, but no words, instead he kept leaning close to my knob-less door with his arms crossed.
And then he just walked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and looked at me in a way that gave me the chills.
Suddenly I was afraid that he would... hit me or… force me. I couldn’t put his look anywhere, was not able to read its meaning. And then he dragged me towards the door, and knocked.
I wasn’t sure if he would take me to the cage or not, if he wanted to kill me now and get rid of me, because I had pissed him off, or not.
For a moment I panicked because I didn’t know if his men had brought me to the right room or not.
The worst thing was: I wasn’t blindfolded. And I wasn’t shackled to the wall. It was just me, an empty cell and the bars that divided the cage into one quarter where I was standing and three quarters on his side.
“Turn around”, White spoke through the speakers and I did without thinking.
My eyes fell on the cuffs with which I usually was shackled to the wall.
“Clothes off.”
I froze and looked up to the speaker. Right next to it was black glass.
They were watching.
I am sure that it is a window from the other side.
“Do you want me to send the men in to do it for you?”
He sounded more bored than annoyed or something like that. So, I obeyed and imagined how he thought that I was a good girl. Knowing that he watched me right then and there gave me eerie goose bumps.
However, I undressed myself and then I waited, staring at the cuffs and my clothes at my feet, wondering if he wanted me to blindfold or chain myself. But there wasn’t another order, just that metallic sound of the barred wall being removed. That sound paralyzed me. Instinctively, my hands touched the rough concrete wall in front of me, higher than I would have if I had been handcuffed. My body started to shake, and I tried to make myself believe that it was only because of the cool temperature of the room, and not because of anything else.
What White wanted him to do was pretty obvious to me. And I closed my eyes even before the moment I could feel his fingers on my hips.
A sigh escaped my mouth. So gentle again, even though these claws I knew could wound me so terribly.
As if he had sensed that I thought about that, his fingers slid to my scars, re-drawing their lines, making the same movement that had torn through my flesh. But it didn’t terrify me.
Oh no, quite the opposite.
My breath turned shallow, my knees became wobbly, and my heart sped up and it was tickling all over me. And I was melting.
Then again he brushed my hair away from my neck, the tips of his claws harmlessly grazing my skin, making me shiver warmly. I leaned my head aside automatically and that was it. Lips and teeth on my soft skin, sending a piercing flash through my nerves, boiling up my core.
Just as equally exciting to feel his body against my back, his chest against my shoulder blades and... the proof that I did to him exactly what he did to me.
If I wanted to I could see him, if I wanted to look at him, if I wanted to touch him, all I needed to do was to turn around. But I was frozen, paralyzed by his touch. And my eyes were closed, while my mind started creating an alternate reality, where this was some secret place where I met my unknown lover, after I sneaked from my dorm in the middle of the night. I was not there, and he wasn’t either. We weren’t prisoners, not in a cage, no subjects.
His hands exploded on my body, running across my skin, gently, like he wanted to caress every inch of me. And he did. I caught myself leaning my head backwards and against him. He simply continued playing the instrument that was me. The moment he sensed the wetness between my legs, this sonnet was over.
His hands were on my hips the second after he entered me. And I... I seemed to just have waited to make these inhuman sounds again.
“Is he the subject or me?” I simply asked back and earned a cocked brow, but no words, instead he kept leaning close to my knob-less door with his arms crossed.
And then he just walked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and looked at me in a way that gave me the chills.
Suddenly I was afraid that he would... hit me or… force me. I couldn’t put his look anywhere, was not able to read its meaning. And then he dragged me towards the door, and knocked.
I wasn’t sure if he would take me to the cage or not, if he wanted to kill me now and get rid of me, because I had pissed him off, or not.
For a moment I panicked because I didn’t know if his men had brought me to the right room or not.
The worst thing was: I wasn’t blindfolded. And I wasn’t shackled to the wall. It was just me, an empty cell and the bars that divided the cage into one quarter where I was standing and three quarters on his side.
“Turn around”, White spoke through the speakers and I did without thinking.
My eyes fell on the cuffs with which I usually was shackled to the wall.
“Clothes off.”
I froze and looked up to the speaker. Right next to it was black glass.
They were watching.
I am sure that it is a window from the other side.
“Do you want me to send the men in to do it for you?”
He sounded more bored than annoyed or something like that. So, I obeyed and imagined how he thought that I was a good girl. Knowing that he watched me right then and there gave me eerie goose bumps.
However, I undressed myself and then I waited, staring at the cuffs and my clothes at my feet, wondering if he wanted me to blindfold or chain myself. But there wasn’t another order, just that metallic sound of the barred wall being removed. That sound paralyzed me. Instinctively, my hands touched the rough concrete wall in front of me, higher than I would have if I had been handcuffed. My body started to shake, and I tried to make myself believe that it was only because of the cool temperature of the room, and not because of anything else.
What White wanted him to do was pretty obvious to me. And I closed my eyes even before the moment I could feel his fingers on my hips.
A sigh escaped my mouth. So gentle again, even though these claws I knew could wound me so terribly.
As if he had sensed that I thought about that, his fingers slid to my scars, re-drawing their lines, making the same movement that had torn through my flesh. But it didn’t terrify me.
Oh no, quite the opposite.
My breath turned shallow, my knees became wobbly, and my heart sped up and it was tickling all over me. And I was melting.
Then again he brushed my hair away from my neck, the tips of his claws harmlessly grazing my skin, making me shiver warmly. I leaned my head aside automatically and that was it. Lips and teeth on my soft skin, sending a piercing flash through my nerves, boiling up my core.
Just as equally exciting to feel his body against my back, his chest against my shoulder blades and... the proof that I did to him exactly what he did to me.
If I wanted to I could see him, if I wanted to look at him, if I wanted to touch him, all I needed to do was to turn around. But I was frozen, paralyzed by his touch. And my eyes were closed, while my mind started creating an alternate reality, where this was some secret place where I met my unknown lover, after I sneaked from my dorm in the middle of the night. I was not there, and he wasn’t either. We weren’t prisoners, not in a cage, no subjects.
His hands exploded on my body, running across my skin, gently, like he wanted to caress every inch of me. And he did. I caught myself leaning my head backwards and against him. He simply continued playing the instrument that was me. The moment he sensed the wetness between my legs, this sonnet was over.
His hands were on my hips the second after he entered me. And I... I seemed to just have waited to make these inhuman sounds again.
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