Flechette

Darkness.
The cool feel of velvet against my eyes,
A whisper of movement beyond.
Soft rustle of silk around my wrists as they
Are raised and hooked above me, leaving
Me naked, exposed, vulnerable.
The iron holding my feet apart is a contrast
To the warm fabrics, heightening my senses.
Taut with desire and fear my body throbs and
Blood pulses behind my eyelids,
Red on black.
Click of a latch, creak of a lid and measured steps
Return to me, I can feel the smile that radiates
To me in my caught position.
I am prey.
Hunters’ smell tangles with the baser scent of
My arousal, mingling to overpower my fear with
Wanton lust.
Cool air on my naked flesh as I am stalked, surrounded,
Examined from all sides; a butterfly tacked to the
Board for Hunters pleasure.
A fingertip on my lips, my moan as it slips over
My tongue and caresses my teeth before being removed
To trail my saliva down my chin into the hollow of my throat,
Resting against the racing pulse.
Hunters’ touch leaves me and I am bereft, longing
For its return as my legs tremble under the
Force of my desire.
Human touch replaced with cold, a prick
Of steel at my chin and I gasp as I understand.
A chuckle at the smell of fear, Hunter now
The calculating beast devising my torment,
The conduit of my transformation.
Slowly, ever so slowly my flesh parts
Like gauze under the delicate blade
Wielded with infinite skill and patience.
Fire blooms behind it, every inch a desperate
Claiming of my skin, my soul.
My screams float through the air, a
Soundtrack of inhuman agony for
Hunter as the lines of my body are traced
In blood.
I am carved like meat, hanging loosely in my
Bonds, legs lost to the void of pain that
Suffocates me as art is carved upon my body.
I am a blank slate, a tool of desire and sadism.
Not even objectified, I am a bleeding object,
A canvas of flesh to be painted in scarlet.
Hunters breathing mixes with my
Shuddering whimpers, a fitting backdrop
To the pain that will not lessen, will not fade
As pain should do.
My mind is undone and I float on a crimson
River of Hunters design, slowly sinking beneath
The surface of lost humanity.
The fire in each traced line resounds in
The cool wet dripping from me
As my wicked lust is pushed to new heights
With the release of anything resembling
Rational thought.
A line of hell traced down my belly and
Into the folds of my wet desire, dragging
Sheer terror down to focus all attention on the
Quivering flesh encased now in blood and fluid.
A growl of promise and I am lost,
My orgasm crashing like a tidal wave,
Fear and lust pushing me over an edge
I did not know was there as I drown
And drown and drown.
An eternity of rigid flesh shuddering,
Lungs locked and breath denied
Until black replaces the red.
Exhausted against the silk sheets, sight blurred by
Overwhelming fatigue, the cool wet sponge
On my forehead breaks me out of my stupor.
My face tries to smile, cut short by the tang of salt
In the air and I shake my head and choke on
The pleading that is locked in my throat.
Silent screams as every rent in the fabric of my flesh
Is revisited with the cool agony of the sea.
Each faded memory brought back to the surface
With the indescribable torment that is
Washing away my blood and scourging
Me anew.
I die, a million tiny deaths, writhing against
The silent command to be still or be
Devoured by my Hunter.
As in the beginning so be it at the end.
Darkness.
Skittles_lm 2-17-07