Rope and Light

"That's a good girl," He whispers. 

A wicked grin forming on his lips.

Shivers of electric thrill,

rush over skin.

the past forgotten,

present light ignited.

the thrill of attraction,

and lingering touch.

A bond of trust, so deep and true,

one that streches the expanse of time.

Her heart his, not only now,

but for as long as he is in control.|

With ropes and binding,

with hope and light.

A bond where her torments and darkness,

all fade to white.

One phrase, one she longed for all her life.

"Say please," he coaxes.

His voice deep but kind.

A finger cool runs along warm skin.

chills race, and a breath catches. 

He leans in and presses soft lips to hers.

Fingers tangle deep, in tresses of black. 

A grip, one promising control, protection and care.

Showing her he will always dare to set the world ablaze,

only for her, as long as she belongs to him.

For in this moment, darkness is all she sees.

the trust she holds in him,

yet to be seen by those unknowing.

This relief of her nightmares,

most do not understand.

Only her and him, in this strange design.

Many see aggression,

But do not see agreement made and found. 

Mutual trust, a lasting fare.

Now move away from unknown scene,

two nights down, the time line seen.

She sits alone, her head in her hands.

The shadows of her past, growing dark and grim.

Waiting for the knight she waited for,

making the money to key a roof over their head, 

she prays the day ends soon.

long last light comes in,

he notices her pain and scoops her up.

He holds her close.

"It is okay, Songbird. No more tears." 

He kisses away the tears, knowing he is her strength.

He is her hero in times when the villian come for her. 

When the darkness threatens to take her whole.

"You have nothing to fear, for I am here."

Within his warmth,

in his strong embrace.

The safety of his arms and the calmness of his voice,

it brings her home. 

It brings her back where she knows who has control,

where she knows her protector is.

where her monsters cannot touch her.

Her hero, her knight.

Her phantom thief who finally stole her away,

away into the night. 

The one who brought all the sacred shards of her heard,

and has been forging them together again. 

Time, it will take,

for her heart to be whole. 

Their bond, formed in rope, words, silk and trust.

formed in mutual communication, interests and promise,

a tool to heal both their hearts. 

healing in control, submission, trust, word, hope and love.

"That's it, baby bird. No one is going to hurt you anymore.

I have you and you have me. 

If ever things are to much, say the word. 

All will cease. 

I will be here.

Always."

Dark...

Dark...I couldn't tell you where I was. All I know is I saw dark and smelled damp, must as I sat in the silence of where I was. Distant drips falling from above me just out of reach. I wanted to explore, but whatever was seemed elusive. Cloth tied over my eyes, something bound my wrists, tying them behind me. I was stuck, no way out. No way to see how to escape. 

Underneath me, the ground felt cold, a little sodden. I could feel things skittering across the floor near me. The noise of small nails over a chalkboard it seemed. It was deafening in my individual silence. I wish I knew where I was. I wish I hadn't done what I did to end up here. All I know is it got me here in the dark and I hate the dark. I hate wet. No one told me that this is how bad it was. No one told me that the poster wasn't a joke. We had all laughed about it, so taking a chance seemed worth it. 

I'm not sure how much time has past or how long I've sat here in the dark of this place, but it definitely wasn't worth it all. There's no sunlight... no warmth on my face in this place.  Sometimes I think I hear screams through the walls. Maybe they are tortured souls or maybe I am simply going insane. They say that the dark can drive people mad, right? So mad they eat themselves alive or rip their eyes out. Maybe that's what will happen to me. Maybe I will go so mad I forget where I am and will start to enjoy the solitude of this darkness. 

Close by I heard the echos of a cascade of water. I feel slimy wetness reach my hand and slowly slither over my fingers and under my legs as I sit. The water is colder now with this new sensation weaving into this already freezing place. It causes me to shiver and I can't keep myself still as my body tries to warm itself to a manageable temperature to keep me alive. I wish I could see it. I wish I could reach, get up, and see exactly where that wet is coming from, where the screams are coming from. The feeling building in my chest. I almost can't take it anymore. Will insanity take over me? Will it catch me this early? 

The water kept on rising, I was waist-deep now. Still no way to visualize the nightmare I was now living. Was I going to die here? I hadn't even lived 19 years yet and this was how my life was going to end, how I was going to be taken out. Taken by rising water as I suffocated and never breathing again. Grasping for life as it slips from my very being. My heart began to race, running faster then my mind could fathom, panic rushed me and took over me. I began to wonder how I could escape, my flight instinct kicking in and plotting how to untie my bindings, then how to escape this death chamber surrounding me and eliminated these very thoughts. Try to find a way to freedom was the idea of the panic, get out, and get into the light so that I may live and be free. 

The water halted in its flow into the chamber, it stopped climbing up and around my body. My heart slowed hoping this was where it ended, where I might be able to calm down and realize this wasn't going to be my watery grave. It wasn't going to be the very place I died and they were going to let my body fester in this place. 

I soon had the towel removed from the tired eyes to see the light of the bathroom shining bright. The water in the bathtub was running and I pulled my hands from behind my back. A solid reminder to never fall asleep in the bathtub after lying to your mother about putting the dishes away. Those lavender bath bombs do some crazy things your brain as you lay there. My sisters prized one direction poster was not other than the pain that dream brought upon me as I laid here trying to relax after a long day of school. Not to mention reading Edgar Allen Poe in English class did not help much either.