Poseidon (Rated R)

(11) The plan devises.

Day 11

I lied, right through my teeth, to someone who trusted my words. Three days later passed with no sign of the clouds clearing, they only darken each hour, plants stay dying without the photosynthesis of the sun, roots of the grasses rotting away in the steepest mud, sand hardening like cement with the waves crawling onto shore. My body still feels strange, one day it yearns for a touch, than the next I lose control over my way of thinking.

I was sitting in my room before an urge over took me to dive into the depths, not lured by a song nor in the mood for a swim, as if the water itself calls my name, speaking to me through the waves. Heaven can hear my thoughts, God knows of my words before they are spewed and he heard my deceit that day with Arjun. My obsession is what will be my destruction and from the looks of it, pretty soon.

However I stuck true to one, I tried to be normal for those couple of days allowing walks now on my daily stroll from the library to the beach, the books I picked up aren't exactly happy ending/ fairy tales but more fantasies of dark mythology. The change has lightened up everyone around me, it feels as though I am almost back to my old self, almost.

A strange shift taking my body silently, it scares me but yet this sensation in between me is electric. All my sensitive nerves awaken, erecting and oozing in need of a touch, for the first time I indulged, never before has the touch of my own fingers cause a leg numbing reaction. I spent hours exploring, pulling tugging and plunging to the most erotic areas on my body, surprised even after each expulsion of the liquid that surged from the bead of my womanhood.

Even as I think back on that day itself, the lick in between my legs is painful, hinting for another release, the cause? I wish I knew, maybe than I could put a stop to the flow that oozes from me now.

Uncomfortably I shift closing the journal, the navy shirts are sure to go in the laundry now. The speakers of the institution ring into the silence as the sultry voice of a woman calls out to another waiting individual beside me, the man's curiosity peaked trying as he looked down at the large prints of pictures in my hands, holding them closer to my chest I sent him a glare before he proceeded to walk out of sight.

It has come down to this, the distance between myself and everyone around, choosing to cocoon in my shame and insecurity afraid the fingers will be pointed at me for the revenge of nature. I'm already known as 'His daughter'

Just how deep will they dive until they find out I'm living up to his expectations, continuing on where he left off.

"Monica." A voice sternly snaps, shaking me in the process. Each time I want to look out the window to the waters I'm ceased from doing so, almost as if the ocean forbade me from looking out to it.

A man dressed in black looks down towards me, the gaze behind his power making me swallow at the intensity, living up to the Government official title. Fire scorching in his brown eyes at my leisureness, incapable of holding his glare as I shy away to divert my attention to the thicks strands of his light brown dreadlocks tied behind his head. "Yes."

The whiff of his scent was heavenly, not a word spoken between us but I use the quiet to ogle at the backside of his physique. Even from behind, the muscles proves how massive and mighty he is, I can only picture him without any clothes on. "This way".

My legs wobble from the weight of his booming voice that resonates in the narrow hallway, a door at the end of the path, aside he stood planting his back to the wall crossing those arms, the sleeves of his suit accentuates his muscled arms. I want to cower from his eyes but I want to keep looking at him, hoping if I looked long enough maybe he could read the want in my eyes.