Predator. Prey.

Ecstacy

Walking through the dimly lit halls of the forgotten chemical plant, I gazed at my new skin: mesmerized by my transformation. I was brilliantly white, just like him now. The ends of my hair were stained from our clothes: notes of blue and teal on one side, and pinks and purples on the other. I was a walking array of color: I felt perfect.

Radiant.

Complete.

Desirable.

Free.

The overwhelming emotions flooded my head again as I giggled behind him, and he spun around to face me. Even in the dark, I could see his blue eyes, shining with a glimmer of amusement and curiosity at my face as he watched me play with my hair,

"Like what you see?"

Biting my lip, I looked up at him through my lashes,

"Yes, Daddy."

He stepped closer to me, dominating my senses,

"Are you going to say thank you?"

The tension in the room intensified by one hundred percent as I bit my lip, wanting nothing more than for him to know I could never say thank you enough. I could never show enough gratitude for saving my life, and showing me who I was meant to be. I was now my best self because of him, I wanted every inch of him to know how grateful I was.

I chose to destroy myself for him.

Now I must choose to give myself to him.

We were in a tight, moldy hallway in the building, the walls were closing in around as me as his eyes grew dark and I knew this was the perfect time to surrender myself, to show him I would do anything to make him make him happy.

I stepped closer to him this time, our faces inches apart, and I desperately needed him to claim me as his once and for all as I whispered,

"Consume me."

He let out a throaty growl as he lunged at me, hands flying to my face as his lips crashed into mine and he backed me against the wall, overpowering any of my attempts to be in control.

I was never in control. I give my power to him.

I raised my hands and he pinned them above my head with one hand as he kissed down my neck and collarbone, hungrily devouring every inch of my skin. He used his other hand to rip apart what was left of my shirt, and then grabbed my lower back, forcing his body even closer to mine as he purred,

"Jump."

I did as he said immediately, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me with his lips still against mine into a smaller room, laying me down on a forgotten old desk that was slightly warm to the touch. He got on top of me, straddling me, and grinded his hips with a circular motion, causing moans to escape from the back of my throat. This was it, I was ready for it. I wanted nothing more than all of him, just as I would give all of myself. My vision was blinded by electric green waves of pleasure that knocked the breath out of me, raging into a golden cliff over and over again as I felt his pants fall at his feet and my skirt get ripped in half. With one hand keeping my wrists above my head, he sat up and guided himself into me, causing me to be blinded by shimmering stars and fireworks exploding into my brain. I had no idea where we were, it was dark, it was foreign, it was unfamiliar: but with him, it was absolute sheer fucking perfection.

We created a rhythm, the sounds of me hitting the table being echoed throughout the entire abandoned building and creating a beautiful symphony of sounds in my ears as his pace quickened. I was beyond feeling radiant; I was feeling sheer ecstasy. My love for this man was beyond passion, it had become obsession. I will need him forever and ever, and I was ready to do anything and put up with whatever he threw my way.

He was my savior, he was my liberation.

He bit at the skin above my chest and used his free hand to roam my freshly bleached skin, stopping at the faded tattoo of a wave on my side, causing electric shocks to pulse through my core.

He traced it with his finger tips, continuing to grind into me, as he listened to the endless moans fall from my lips. I could feel the smile on his face as he kissed me once again, but this time it was a kiss of passion: of dire need, of urgency. He brought his face level to mine as he groaned,

"Come for daddy, Harley."

And I did as he said after a few more minutes with him in my arms, screaming his name as an atom bomb inside my body detonated and imploded, leaving a million shards of my soul scattered throughout the empty halls.

I was his. And I would be forever.

'Mine.'

'Mine.'

'Mine.'

The words swirled together in my head, on repeat a million times over and over,

'Mine.'

'Mine.'

'Mine.'