Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

Fever

Day 6

It's late in the morning and Michael has already waken up. He's been looking at you sleep peacefully like any other day, like the world is shining and waiting for you outside there, like there's not fucking Antichrist in the bed. You open your eyes, still feeling a bit dizzy, and find his face. So confused, you try to move your body away, but the lower part of it is exhausted and as soon as your back rubs the sheets a painful bite mark keeps you in place.

- What happened? – you ask intrigued, your memory coming back and getting you well awake.

- Good morning sunshine, have you slept well? – he says mockingly.

- What was that, yesterday, what I felt? – you insist.

- Well – he smirks- Let's just say that you had your first orgasm for sure.

You gasp surprised and cover your mouth with your hand. How, how can that be possible? He... he was punishing me, biting me and he... oh, no, oh my God! Is that a sin? I was enjoying that... oh, no, this is terrible...

-Hey! – he raises his voice and puts his palm in front of your face to catch your attention – I don't want you to get lost in your thoughts – you look away for a second and he grabs your chin, your eyes meeting his again – Am I clear?

- Yes... um... - but you don't know what to say.

- Cause I don't think your body has had enough rest to handle another punishment – he says while slowly tracing his fingers along your collar bone, all the violet bite marks of that part emanating pain, making you hiss aware.

- Yes, Sir, you are clear – you let out in a shaking voice, trapped by those beautiful blue pearls staring at your skin.

He moves the sheets so you can get up and you walk to the cupboard, your stomach grumbling. You get on your tiptoes so you can search better inside and you touch a large rectangular pack. You can already smell it while you try to grab it

-Chocolate! – you exclaim with enthusiasm.

-Careful, don't fall – he says watching your naked curves while you balance. You finally get the package and turn around at his call. He is standing there, his pale bare torso in front of you, making your body heat rise up. He gets closer to you and you could swear every one of his muscles shines or you are too captivated by his image and your memories.

-I missed it. I'm so hungry – you let out panting a little at the proximity, trying to look at his face to not be so obvious with what you are feeling, but you think that maybe he already knows.

-So, do you wanna eat it? - he asks and your eyes go down to his long blonde hair falling up to the beginning of his pectorals.

-Yea... yes, Sir... it looks so... tasteful – you bite your bottom lip.

-Then enjoy it – he smirks and starts to dress.

He's left two hours ago and you've already eaten three squares of the chocolate tablet. You are sat down on the bed with the packet in front of you, trying to control yourself to not devour it just for pure anxiety. The nail biting is getting worse today and you have started scratching your skin and scalp. Your eyes have been fixed on the drawer and finally you reach it and take out the Bible. You try to turn the pages in a calm way to not ruin the fragile paper but it seems like you can't remain quiet and some pieces break off. You wish you could read a paragraph, a statement, a phrase at least, but all you are able to do is land on a page with the subtitle "Lust" under the main title: "Capital vices". All the black and white drawings with a man on top of a woman and wide open mouths with big teeth make your head spin around.