A Deadly Embrace (very short story) by Lottie

(A very short study just to get me warmed up on this miserable winters morning )

She had always wondered what it would be like, her imagination played endless, repetitious tableaus of painful, breathless submission to the inevitable, and here she was.

Her heart leaps in horrified anticipation as the darkly silhouetted man moves towards her in the gloom, his reach, in the deliberate twilight, unerring accurate as he unlocks the harsh metal restraints that secure her to the cold, damp wall.

“It’s time little one” the burden of the softly spoken words ignites a rush of hot panic.

The grasp of a warm, strong hand around her small, suddenly shaking cold arm elicits an instinctive ripple of goose bumps which induce his coarse thumb to thoughtlessly caress and explore.

His grip leads her across the room towards the centre of the chamber where the terrible truth of her long imagined fantasies patiently awaits her.

As the expeditor of her fate reads out the final words of judgement her eyes curiously caress the aged, stoic, impervious metal of her soon to be executioner.

She obediently lifts her arms at the man’s request, allowing him to lift the short shift from her trembling body, leaving her naked and unencumbered before her new Master. She has the ridiculous urge to kneel and offer reverent obeisance to the metal abomination that stands so impassively commanding before her.

The man moves tentatively away from her side, poised to quickly react and grasp her delicate form should she attempt to flee, but experience reveals to his long practised eye the presence of that enigmatic need for the girl to submit, almost willingly, to the dominance of this metallic colossus.

He slowly opens the doorway to her nightmare manifest, allowing her a moment to fully register the horror of what awaits her.

She stumbles in momentary weakness as the light reflecting from the brightly, sharp spikes cuts through her imagined flesh with a promise of the actual agonies to come.

Slowly and unbidden she moves to position herself perfectly for her Masters deadly embrace, desire and terror consuming her fragmenting mind. For the briefest of seconds she locks gazes with her guide, compassion and puzzlement in his meets the desperate need and longing in hers.

He slowly begins to close the door, forcing her back onto the spikes that will impale her tortured body, in the belly of her Master.

She closes her eyes in terrified ecstasy, understanding at last the anguish and torment that is to be hers for the hours until her death.

The executioner leans against the closed, heavy door of the iron maiden and listens to the tortured screams of the enclosed girl, wondering at the profound need and desire he has seen reflected in so many of his victims eyes.

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LOL @ der Wandersmann….I know how little you enjoy the content of my stories, but thank you for your kind comment :-*

warlady21…Your comment is very much appreciated I based this short vignette on a picture I saw on a website entitled ‘Perilous Thoughts’…I have no idea how to post pictures otherwise I would have asked for permission to copy it, with an acknowledgement of the artist.

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WOOT!! I managed to add a picture ;D (Picture by Minos…’Perilous Thoughts’)

[img width=640 height=512]http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u192/Bellawren_2007/minos.jpg[/img]