Dear Diary,
Just don't ask about the smell of sulfur on my skin, please. It cleaves to anything and everything whenever I "visit" him in his home. He calls for me, and my every cell burns alive until I heed his call. I have no control and no power.
My will is shattered under his feet. My spirit is a liquid only he drinks, and with each sip I come back less. I am less after every call. This is my cross to bear, my punishment for a crime I hungered for. Danger was once an alluring song, a few harmonious notes that awoke me from my waking slumber. He lied.
I walked into his arms with open eyes and he lusted after my soul. I think my husband is aware, but he swallows my lies. I've lost my soul and my heart beats shallowly in his demonic chest. My husband, I can't let him ask me about the smell. I've scrubbed my skin pink, raw to the touch, and still the smell lingers. I don't know how long I can avoid another meal.
Another bite. Another kiss of death copper sweet upon my lips. But every time I feed, that's when he grows stronger. And my husband doesn't deserve a single ounce of pain. But Danger calls, and Danger doesn't like to wait.
I pray sleep will keep me this time. Perhaps the pills I took will kill the touch of immortality deep within. I don't want to eat anymore. I still love my husband.
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Iridescent Pearls
ContoHello again, yes I'm still here. This new creation is an experiment. I am going to try my hand at fiction, a story being told through diary entries. It's going to be a work in progress, and a new venture for the year 2016. I will try to update, add...
