To Imagine...

Chacda (8)

"If I said that I had begun plans for you, how would you respond?" Itir stood above me, ever faithful to his derisive manners. Forced to my knees before him, I had been restrained by the sheer force of his primeval energy and bound by chains that slithered across the floor like snakes. A length of chain from my neck was kept on a short leash in his hand.

"I would ask what twisted arrangements you wished to inflict upon me," I challenged with a snarl, my lip curled in an expression of the overwhelming disgust roiling in my stomach.

"What, indeed..." His smirk did nothing to disguise his pleasure from my scorn, his hand wrapping leisurely around the chain circling my neck.

"Snatch your chain, meet your eyes," I choked abruptly and lurched forwards, squinting through the sudden pain--my throat was crushed beneath the pressure it brought. My chains rattled as I struggled forcefully against them, arms bound apart from each other, but I clung to my dignity: glaring up at him, though it was impossible to penetrate his egotistical smirk.

"--And watch." His already handsome voice was smooth, sensual--

My throat might have ripped apart. I struggled visibly, quaking beneath his hand, teeth grinding numbingly. My throat spasmed, I tried to breathe--gagging, fighting a cough as the chain strengthened around my neck.

I would not give him this satisfaction...

I stared him in the eyes and gave him a proper fuck you in the most impeccably pronounced expression I could muster. And he bored into my eyes, the almost silver irises piercing my gaze. I couldn't look away--I wouldn't.

And his eyes began to turn into darkness. So impossibly black as I had never seen before. Remarkable, until his irises were indistinguishable from his pupils--it was frightening--I stopped struggling against my chain without realizing. And then I was screaming--I was screaming, screaming, screaming, but nothing came out--the darkness converged, consuming his eyes, possessing me.

I could feel it. Him. Burning inside me. Around me. Such darkness--it danced around me, first as small wisps of smoke and then shadows, demons, crawling over my skin, crawling inside of me. Anguish.

His smile began to grow and he lifted me by my chain, eyes fastened to mine, and I almost felt his delight inside of me--god it was overwhelming. Excitement. Then trepidation--could I? Bubbling inside of me, I felt the urge to laugh. I felt such excitement--such--shit, I was choking--

Pain anchored me abruptly and the rapture was gone. In flooded an affliction so deep I saw white. It faded slowly and my ears were ringing, all sound muted and slowly filing back into my mind as if from many rooms away. My eyes were sealed shut, my arms burning, fingers jammed between... I was pulling the chain from my neck as colors began to swim frantically before my eyes. I peered out below my lashes and felt immediate regret: the world spun in so many directions, so dark, encompassed in rippling, dizzying colors. I felt vomit surge from my stomach but it slammed into a wall, my throat collapsed from the chain that crushed it--I felt him drop the chain and I tore at it desperately, begging for something to breathe.

My stomach began heaving. I tugged and I felt the collar give--a small, hopeful energy crept to life. It began to unwind and the crossed chains behind my neck pulled in opposite directions against my skin, tearing, miserably--harder until I could feel it release me, and then I chucked the thing as hard as I could. It dropped pathetically to the floor beside me.

I collapsed.

Still, I still could not breathe.

My throat would not move.