Mistress

I am filled with hate and dread, the mere thought of you shakes me to my soul and to look up and see you standing there, sends me scurrying for cover knowing there is none to find. You seemed to have come from the darkest and most foul region of hell. You make the sun go dark and the night go cold, all that know you are repulsed by you. I find it has been a long and miserable 7 years since we met and I fear that even death would not be a comfort as I’m sure your misery would follow me in to the ether.

I fear to hope that someday we will part and I’m yet free of the touch of your soured soul and that horrifying darkness you bring with you everywhere you go. I long for the days when the sun warmed my face and the sound of laughter was part of my live, but I know that the sun no longer shines and laughter has fell silent.

I don’t blame you, I blame myself for not seeing what you truly are the abyss, and you do what evil does and I did not see it until it was too late. Hope has left me and all that is left is fear and loathing, I fear what is yet to come and I loathe myself for not being able to stand up to you, which makes me weak and powerless as well. Your control over me is complete I have no will left to fight with. I throw myself at whatever mercy you may have, take what little I have left, take from me all the hope and joy you can, I will take all the pain and misfortune you can levy on me, I will grovel at your feet and beg for mercy, knowing it will never come… it is complete I am broken.

Our dinner reservations are at eight, the kids will be at your parents and Happy Birthday!!!! —Slave

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