Origins: Zyecron

"Dear don't look so down, a frown doesn't suite your pretty face."

He grabs my chin quite harshly. "None of these people care if your sad. I'm the only person who really cares."

He lets go of my face sliding my arm on his cheek, forcing me to caress his shoulder.

"Zyecron please I don't want to do this again." I said bringing the courage to face whatever consequences those words held.

"Sweetheart." He said in a deep tone. He grabbed my hands and placed him to his chest. "Don't you remember what you've given up to me? You submitted to me."

He looks up at me. "This isnt about what you want. We own each other. No one has the relationship we do. We are one. You may own me dear but you mustn't forget I own you too."

I gazed in his eyes. Seeing the lust that filled them. He wasn't lusting after me but something within me. My soul.