Wide Asleep

Fourteen: Queen of Him

Monday, November 6th, 2018
10:15 A.M.
Charlotte's P.O.V.
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When I come to from my intense sleep, I feel a comforting warmth next to me. I am cautious of the bandages on my hand, gently nuzzling close to the entity that has saved my life in more than one way.

However, I soon realize that he is already awake, and his gruff yet tender voice greets me happily.

"Good morning, angel."

As oppose to responding right away, I smile, running my fingers along his back, tracing his muscular figure with ease. The aura of the room is content, and as happy as it has ever been, in my eyes. I soon open them, my eyes meeting with silver irises that pierce my very soul, that might as well tear my heart out of my chest and litter it with kisses and love untold. I chuckle to the thought, earning another from Dark, who most definitely knows what makes me laugh. His warm hands reach up to brush stray hairs from my face, and he simply stares, just as lost in the moment as I am.

"May I ask something of you, my dear?" He asks, in the midst of a yawn to which I smile. His tousled hair and gravely voice enough to lull me back into a deep sleep. If I weren't already living in a dream, I would allow it to happen. So, I nod to him, smiling.

"You just did."

The demon scoffs, smiling into my eyes.

"If someone were to ask you-although it may be intrusive and personal-that you... love someone... what would you--"

I place a finger over his plush lips, nodding.

"I do. Don't worry yourself, Dark. If I wasn't happy, I would've been gone by now. You know this. You read me like a book." I remind the man, who mods, sighing aloud.

"You're right, darling. I apologize, I simply fear that what goes on in your mind is solely false, and that I have forced an unwanted affection upon you."

My laugh that follows this brings a look of surprise to his face. For the past few days, Dark has begun to let his guard down with me, allowing himself to become comfortable with the fact that he no longer has to fight for me. However, he still treats me as if he's still fighting for me. I enjoy how jealous he gets over others--preferably the other males present in Raspy Hill--when they show me affection. It makes me feel wanted, and most importantly...

Owned.

Owned, yet free.

And the best part is, nobody understands it as well as I do.

One last treatment.

Although it is to be the harshest of treatments, I know I'll be alright.

I go under the knife today.

To finally rid myself of the parasite that is Anti.

And after that...

The real fun begins.

Dark sighs, pressing his forehead to mine, speaking words he is too fearful to say.

I love you, my pet. Whatever shall come of us, I will never change that. Today will be a good day.

I look to the analog clock on the far wall, realizing that I only have an hour and a half left until it is time. No food, no water until then. Dark ensured my nutrition would be top notch before bed last night, and he also ensured my confidence, battering me with affection I've never been shown.

Dark and I soon get up, and he chooses an outfit for me today. One of comfort, yet of high stature. We step into my closet, and I find a beautiful dress laid out for me.