My Kind of Monster

by Lilith Roman

Great things are done when men and mountains meet. WILLIAM BLAKE

She ran away from a monster only to fall between the tentacles of a much bigger one.

Oh, little siren, if only your screams didn’t reach my ears… If only…

I'm aware I’m not supposed to get hard when a woman screams in fear or touch her the way I’m touching this one right now.

But we’re not in the real world, not now, not ever again. Here, on this mountain, is my world.

A game that would hold the demons in line and keep the monster hidden.

Nothing made me feel like a goddamn whore more than that one single moment.

I ran from one monster and ended up in the arms of another.

But that’s the thing when you are like me, when the demons have crawled deep enough into your body and mind that nothing can get them out. You take pleasure from this.

Pleasure from the sickest moments. Pleasure from the darkest corners of the human ...

I am the kraken and this little siren landed right between my tentacles.

But it is still a dungeon. I must not forget—it is still a dungeon.

Terrifying, ruthless, demanding, unapologetic, and so goddamn beautiful it hurts my broken soul.

Then I see them... in his eyes, his demons calling for mine. My kind of monster.