Fallen Angels

Control, hatred, passion, self worth. That's what got me where I am. I'm trapped, with him forever.

Deep pools of blue eyes framed by long dark eye lashes hid deep dark desires that I couldn't see. So, when he asked me out that day of course I said yes. His thick accent drawing me deeper under his control. He smelled of musk and something else that couldn't put my finger but it didn't bother me. I just had a need to be in his arms surrounded by his body.

Michele .....like the angle God kicked out of heaven. That's all I can say about though because I know nothing about his past. Every time I ask where he's from he just says "Everywhere" like he has no home.

This is the story of how I gave my soul to an incubus, how I fell in love with the prince of darkness.

NOTE: I'm am not the soul writer of this story a close friend of mine whose chosen to stay anonymous is co- writing with me as a Ghost writer.