MrBlue76
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(A short story I wrote, I hope you like it :)
Dream nº1
There's a castle. And seems like I have the power in it. And I want you and you know it. And you want me and I know it. But things are never that easy. Even less when a lot of pride is involved. We could put things easier to ourselves, but it's not the way it's going to happen.
You are displicent, arrogant. I could use tricks, or play your game, to take you to my bed. But it's not how I want it. Days, weeks go by, and the desire grows. And also a feeling, that more than love, it's a mix of hate and desire. And you "hate" me as much as I do "hate" you. And one day you make the terrible mistake of conspiring against me. And you fail.
All of your allies are executed. But not you. No, no way. Because I don't want you dead. I want you broken.
So I don't let anybody touch you. I get a cross installed in my balcony. And that's the place where you spend hours, tied up, outside. At nights, you are given the chance to sleep at the feet of my bed. And your pride makes you refuse. But only the first two nights. The third night you ask for permission to sleep inside. And you do. But you have to hear and watch how I share my bed with other woman, while you sleep on the ground. Like a pet.
And the next morning, you are taken to the cross again. And you hate me again all day. I feed you myself. I wash you myself when it's needed. But not like a lover would. Like the owner of a valuable animal would. And being true that, when you notice that, you'd like to place a dagger into my heart, you can't help but feel some comfort when you receive attention. And that hurts you and humiliates you at the same time.
Without any good reason for it, one day I wash you and bring you new beautiful clothes. Not like the torn and ripped ones you have to wear day by day. And then a splendid dinner is served, which we share in silence. Whithout a word, either, I take you to my bed, as a lover would. But I don't fuck you or make love to you. I just sleep. And you are again angry, even more when, the next morning, your new clothes are retired, you are given the old ones, and you are taken to the cross, again.
When I have you tied to the cross, I whisper in your ear: "That's how things could have been, between you and me, you stupid woman. And with pleasure and sex too... But you spoiled it all. And you don't deserve the sex that you desire. You were trembling with desire last night in bed. I can use any woman in this castle. But you can't do the same. You can't even pleasure yourself if I don't allow you to do it. That's why you are going to lose, and I'm going to win. And if you want to be again in my bed, and be used like you dream of being used... you'll have to beg".
You want to kill me, when you hear all that, but you stay silent. And you keep silent for days. And one day, tired, lost, hopeless, you start to beg. And you beg, beautifully defeated, all day, before being allowed to share the bed with me again. And this time you are taken. With violence.
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I'm not a native english speaker. So, if I'm writing very stupid things, the reason behind it can be:
1.- That I'm having problems with the language, and translation
2.- That, simply, I'm writing very stupid things
Give me the benefit of doubt!
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