“I love you…” she whispered sweetly into my ear. It was as if angels were slowly calling for me to wake. As the rest of the world laid in stillness and silence to my blurred consciousness, her words were crystal clear. “I love you,” she continued to speak ever so softly.
I felt the warmth of her tender lips on the lobes of my ear. A playful little nibble soon followed as she began to caress my bare chest with her delicate finger tips. I felt the soothing tingle of her manicured nails running on my skin. It shot a rush of adrenaline throughout my body, causing me to gasp and shiver out of arousal. I think she liked it; I think it turned her on more. I could hear her coo with excitement as she cuddled closer to me.
I wish I could see her… Could see what those lustful eyes looked like. Are they blue? Brown? Green? Maybe even gray…? Is she a blond? A red head? Is her hair long, or curly? Short and straight? Despite the countless days I have felt her touch, I have yet to glimpse at her even for a moment for all I see as I lay awake with open eyes is blackness.
We have not held a conversation either. Anytime I go to speak, she passionately places her lips upon me, muffling my voice back into my throat. Whenever my lips are free, my voice is too weak and slurred to be understood. Almost as if I live in a constant daze; on a plain somewhere between reality and fantasy as the days run together and memories become darkened blurs between our engagements.
I know not how long I have been here. She often brings me water and feeds me herself, telling me how nice it is to take care of me for she doesn’t want to lose me. Though, I wish she would stop. Each time she brings me a meal, I feel my stomach turn and my throat burns as the desire to vomit eats its way up my esophagus. Then I feel light as feather as the grip of the world I had fades again into oblivion.
Each time though, I awake to her words. “I love you…Forever and ever you shall be mine, and mine alone,” and the feeling of metal handcuffs on my wrists.