04:39 Feb 07 2009
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She sat at her dressing table, applying her lip liner with trembling hands, while her cigarette burned away in the crystal ash tray.
He had called her to his chambers.
It had been years since He had asked for her. Since that time she had outlasted dozens of His lovers, paramours and dalliances over the years. Sychophants, challenges and tools; it is how she had thought of the others that had past through their lives. Some were taken to His chamber to satisfy His lusts, some to garner control over businesses, some to spite an enemy, some, she suspected, simply to prove He could. She was always on the outside, watching and waiting for Him to tire of them and their attentions. He always did eventually, but decades had passed since He called for her.
She misted her hair and decolette with cologne.
Her hands were shaking. She studied them in a detatched manner, slowly rotating them, gazing at the almond shaped nails, the white skin so pale and translucent that she could see the veining that crossed them. Long slender fingers, the hands of a woman of wealth, hands that spoke of afternoons spent in salons indulging in gossip and mimosas, a life of leisure: the fingers gently curled and straightened during her review.
She ran those fingers through her dark hair.
Bracing herself against her table, she slowly rose to begin dressing. From the closet she chose a blush satin gown and jacket. The material slid across her body slowly, with the fabric ending in a gentle shimmering pool at her feet.
In her mind she could hear the laughter of the parties she had attended when she was truly young, Beautiful people fighting each other to be noticed in socity; while pretneding not to care if anyone noticed them at all. Everyone wanted to be the one that every one else was talking about, and the ones who would claim otherwise wanted it more than anyone.
The thought no longer amused her, or even seemed ironic after all this time; she simply accepted that as fact, and sighed.
It was at one of these parties she met Him. In a room full of beautiful people, He was the one that everyone wanted to be near. While others' actions begged for attention, just His quiet appearance damanded it. In a photo, there was nothing to him, but in the same room, everyone was breathless. Men wanted him as much as any woman, and women would kill for His time.
She walked down the hall, the sound of her heels on the tile floor thundering in her mind at every step.
The door was open.
He was sitting at his desk; without looking up, motioned her to enter.
"Sit on the bed."
She sat.
She was aware of every part of her body, she was aware of everything around her, the room was full of Him; and she was drunk from being here again so close to Him, with no one else to demand His time, to shove her out of the way.
She felt drunk from being this near him. She wanted to hear her name come from his lips, she had almost forgotten what it would sound like out of his mouth.
Lost in her thought of how to ask him to say her name without looking foolish, She hadn't realised he was rising until startled from her own dilema by the sound of the chair scraping against the floor.
She stared back at him while he strode across the room to her. It seemed like only two steps but she knew it was more, the fluidity of an animal, ,....
No, he was no animal.
He reached out to remove the jacket from her shoulder, brushing away the fabric; He was completely blase' . To Him, this must have seemed like every other night, with every other woman, one much the same as the last, the same breathless adoration, the same adolescent expectations. How boring this must all be for him.
She shoved the thought from her mind.
He took her hands and gently encouraged her to stand.
He brushed her hair off her shoulders and brought his head down to her nape.
Sharp exquisete pain filled her at the feeling of his teeth.
She fell against him as he fed from her, her legs refusing to perform their duty any longer and support her weight, seemingly relieved to be done with their tour. His arms crushed her against him stopping her body from its betrayal of fighting for survival, quelling any attempts to struggle while he had his way.
She managed to whisper "I love you."
In her mind, through the grey quiet darkness that was covering her like a soft blanket she heard "I know. You had no choice."
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TaintedAngel14
05:29 Feb 22 2009
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