Into the Dark

by Dana Isaly

I’m out in the fucking ocean with a life preserver while everyone else is on a yacht.

I’m suddenly that houseplant from years ago. And I’ve just been watered after a drought.

She’s an earthquake, splintering my skin and fracturing my

bones until I’m nothing but a heap of cold flesh at her feet.

“You taste fucking delicious, Little Rat. I could survive off of your sweet pussy for the rest of my life.”

“Those fucking screams are spiritual, Lyra.”

I am utterly and wholly his.

I am utterly and wholly hers. She has consumed me.

She’s always so eager to please me I can’t help but feel a certain amount of fondness toward her. Every time she looks at me with those trusting eyes, her face wide open and unguarded, I feel my heart kick against my ribs and my brain get a bit fuzzy.

“Poor thing,” he coos, pulling me impossibly closer as he lifts me and carries me into the house. “So needy you can’t even use your words?”

The need I feel for her is all-encompassing. I will eat, sleep, and breathe this woman. I will keep her until I am the death of her.

I don’t know what home feels like. I never have. But if I am Lyra’s home, then she is mine.

“Clean me up, Little Rat, and I’ll reward you later by sticking my cock inside that hot cunt and fucking you until you squirt all over my dick instead.”