Father Dearest

"Leave with me." He whispered against my lips. His pink mouth was so close to mines that it frightened me to a high degree. I shouldn't be doing this. But my body responds so intensely when he touched me in the simplest ways.

"Father Dearest wouldn't enjoy my absence." I muttered weakly.

"He can not control you, Essence."

I stepped away from his warm touch. The large room seems to become smaller. I really shouldn't be doing this.

Becoming attached.

Shaking my thoughts away I looked at Christian in his stormy grey eyes with sadness.

"But he can." I mumbled as he took a step forward, grabbing my cold hands,again, with his.

"Father Dearest always get what he wants." I admitted with a quake in my voice. With one more glance into the eyes that haunted my dreams I closed my own and prepared myself for the sin that I was about to commit.As I stabbed the man I loved with the knife that held me captive.

"Father always gets what he wants."