Wide Asleep

Three: I've Been Away For Too Long...

Sunday, October 28th, 2018
9:00 P.M.
Dark's P.O.V.
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"No, no, no. It isn't... Oh, what's the proper term for it? Elegant. It isn't elegant enough. Do it again. This is your final chance." I demand of him, the small man shaking with fright as I criticize his work once again, for the second time this month.

Worker after worker has come and gone, not a one of them able to comprehend exactly why this room must be absolutely perfect.

I have had my eyes set on her for what feels like an eternity, yet today only marks the third year, and the three-hundred sixty-second day.

All who trust in my existence immediately assume the worst of me; supposedly kidnapping helpless girl after girl to use at my own disposal. These rumors, these falsehoods spread by that universe do nothing but simply disgust me.

Since the day I came into existence, after years and years of fighting to be released from my eccentric and light-hearted prison, I have waited. I have been waiting for what seems to be eons, just to spot the one that I knew would be mine, and mine alone.

And finally, I have discovered who that special being is.

Although she may not be a similar being to what I am, nothing will stop my efforts to claim what is rightfully mine.

I slam the door behind me, rattling the walls within that evokes a frightened yelp from the interior designer inside. I chuckle at his fear, simply as it reminds me of he timidity of her. A secretive devil sent from heaven above, just for me. Oh, God, you devil, you.

Nothing in particular drew me to her to begin with, but as I followed her, I slowly began to pinpoint all of her attracting qualities, such as her smile, and her laugh. Though they are severely generic reasonings, I've found that, once someone or something plucks at one's heartstrings, no matter how cold and numb they may be, it is a dramatic altercation to one's entire existence.

I also began feeling the heartbeat I had despised for years upon first sight of her. It hurt like hell, but nevertheless, I persisted, following my curiosities to see where they may direct my motives toward this peculiar mortal. She is sweet, kind, and encouraging to all of those around her on the outside, but I know that her true being drastically contradicts what she offers to the world. She desires to be powerful, but not as powerful in the presence of the lucky man–or demonic presence–to claim ownership of her. A very twisted mind, has she, but I drew a preference toward these thoughts as I acquainted myself with her further. She has a darkened mind in comparison to others around her, and it mesmerizes me, the horribly beautiful thoughts she allows to run freely through her dazzling mind all throughout the day. She daydreams of violence, of harming those who interfere with her daily life, but she also daydreams of things she wouldn't dare admit to any other willing mortal.

She daydreams of submission, and of obedience–earned obedience, that is. She silently begs to be owned, but by nobody in particular. Recently, however, since I allowed myself to become known to her, it has been someone in particular, and I am quite satisfied with the results of my minuscule efforts.

She enjoys playing dumb, simply for the experience and for the consequences accompanying it. She finds thrill from her actions, desiring a life much more interesting than the one she lives now, and I am willing to sacrifice whatever or whoever I need to, in order to claim what is rightfully mine, which would be her, of course.

A recent mistake in her life was made this afternoon, and because of this small barrier between myself and what I desire, those around her will suffer. They will do whatever it may be that they can do–or try to do–to keep me from her.