Page 2 (1/2)
I slowly shake my head "I just can't—-"
"No, my dove What you really mean is you've been made to think you mustn'tbut you can" He leans forward, and I stiffen involuntarily even as my heart starts to race "It's not the world I abducted, but you"
It's like having a devil speak hts out loud, and I' else
"It's not the world's fate that hangs in the balance," he whispers, "but yours It's not the world I' to punishbut you"
His thumb touches my lower lip at his last word, and it's all I can do not to cry out
"So tell me, my dove Why must you make yourself suffer pointlessly?"
Lust slithers under ined he'd say such a thing, but now that he has—-
"I didn't kidnap you just to look at you, and you know that"
I am confused and appalled
"I kidnapped you to claim every orifice of your body"
Ashamed and enthralled
He's my kidnapper, for God's sake, but he truly expect me to allow myself to enjoy his touch
The very idea is outrageously reprehensible It's unacceptable in every society and i every moral standard we're supposed to uphold
What he's proposing is utterly indecent, and while I know I mustn't ever say yes—-
His words are also like poison, and the , the more the idea ruthlessly takes root
I feel his eyes start roa my body, and it's all I can do not to cry out as I feel aze I can already feel the sinuously obscene tendrils of his words relentlessly conquering and defiling everything in its path: they rub erotically against the nerves in hts scatter, and they wrap seductively aroundout of its vessels I squeezetide of its poison, but it's too late: those lust-fueled tendrils have already snaked all the way down to my womanhood—-
Oh God, forgive me
Mr Sinister's nostrils flare when he sees aze, and I nearly whimper because it means he knows his words have successfully infiltrated my senses
Fight it off, Sara
Don't give up!
Resist it
And I do try I try to keep his poison fro, but the devious tendrils of his words are unstoppable, and they inevitably batter down my painfully flimsy defenses