Lull

During the day he makes me feel like an Angel.
Always manipulating the intensity of my needs. “My good girl.” He nips my neck with his teeth leaving his mark.
Owning me.
“All mine.” He growls.
My stomach slams. My heart batters against my chest.
He gives.
I feel wanted.
Needed.
Adored.
His GODDESS that he’s chiseled from stone. He never treats me like anything less.
He creates walls of safety where he is the only monster in my world.
I AM his and he WILL take, but not before creating an illusion. A lull.
A mirage of a fair game.

But it’s far from fair.
Even under his incantation.
I KNOW.
I feel it’s presence.
I see it in his eyes.
The brute side of him that’s always threatening to show it’s face.
As much as he’s giving, he’s fighting the compulsion to take.
Hurt.
Own.

And I’ll be at his mercy, because I was prey that fell victim to his false security.

He built those walls and removed the door.

Caught me in his web.

There’s nowhere to run.

Even if I tried.

He’d make me pay.