Share My Darkness

Authors Note: I dedicate this story to a goddess who has inspired me with her passion and opened my mind, helping me to release the darkness within.

Dark. Black. Sticky. It bleeds from him, from his soul. It encircles him, slowly trickling out. Passers-by are unaware, they cannot see it. Even those that are close to him are blind to the steady flow.

He screams, but no one hears it. He masks the screams in a smile and a laugh, but how can no one hear the scream? It is primal and long, so long that he cannot remember a time when it did not ring in his ears, when it did not follow him everywhere he went, it has been with him so long it has become a comfort.

At night when the room is dark he sees colors, they swirl and dance before his eyes. They do not dance with joy; they are an extension of his misery. It is cold and he craves heat, however the temporary comfort of another body sharing his bed does not last, he must have more.

She is beautiful, long wavy brown hair, a pirate’s smile, filled with mischief and lust. She was not there when he came in, she appeared like an apparition, he could not look away. He watches her at the bar, she is alive and vivacious, her friends circle around her, they crave her heat as well. She turns and out of the corner of her eye catches him watching her, she smiles and light enters the darkness. The man she entered with will not go away, he hovers, inhaling her; he needs to eliminate the competition. He casually approaches the bar and asks the bartender about this “couple”, exchanging stolen glances with her, they came with some others he is told, first date he can tell, The bartender has seen hundreds of them. Inquiring about the vehicle he learns it is a new Volkswagen, whatever they call their SUV. He smiles and tips him 20, whispering his request.

The man is startled to hear his alarm go off, paranoid someone is messing with his new car he bolts from mid-conversation and runs to check. Opportunity is fleeting, it must be grabbed or it will never allow itself to be trapped again. As he approaches, she glances up; her eyes invite him in and tell him she has been waiting. An invitation to leave quickly accepted they leave.

Out back by his car she laughs thinking about what her “date” will think when he gets back. She hopes her friends will understand. As they drives her hair rides the wind she caresses his arm, drawing him in closer his nails drag along her silky, firm thighs, he dares to intrude upward, brushing his nails across her underwear, cherishing the foreplay, the anticipation, she is biting her lip. They speed into the night, she is enveloped by the warm breeze swirling all around her, the heat rising through her body, she tingles, he slides past her underwear and begins to gently caress her clitoris. She wants to scream and tell him harder, but the torture, the anticipation is rapture! No longer able to wait she grabs his hand and pulls it in, within seconds her body convulses uncontrollably and she is one with the wind.

They lay on the cold ceramic tile of his living room, connected at the mouth, tongues probing and searching, peeling their clothes off with no thought of using them ever again. Their bodies intertwine, entering her their eyes lock together, her nails digging into his back, his hands snared in her hair, their rhythm driven by passion, their orgasms united like a prayer. They lay back, she nuzzles in his arms, the roar of the blood in his ears is quieting, and the scream has returned. He caresses her hair, her body, so soft and tender, this has not filled the void, perhaps there is another way. He whispers in her ear, “Will you come with me to the darkness?” Her eyes large and unsure, yet she wishes to make him happy. He rises, reaches out for her, she offers her hand. He clasps it helping her up and into his arms. He carries her to the back, to a large open pit. She stands and watches as he lights the fire, she shivers in the cold, stepping forward to embrace the heat. Whispering to her, “Trust me and we will be together forever.” She cannot take her eyes off him, she nods in agreement. He binds her hands and feet, tight yet gentle, bringing forth a vial he tells her this will enhance her, with her approval he massages it into every orifice, every groove. Gently he pushes her head forward; staring at her luscious neck her retrieves a pin from the side. Feeling her neck he finds his desired spot and effortlessly drives it in. She collapses in his arms, she is coherent but has no feeling. Lovingly he places her over the low flame, her head away from the heat; he cools her from time to time with chilled water. For hours she feels herself cooking, he takes care of her, moistening her, refreshing her with his water, and kisses warm and loving. When he removes her she is in a world between here and forever.

Placed on his table he slices a piece off her rump, placing it on a bone white china plate, he sits facing her head. He kisses her and consumes her, her flavor fills his mouth, her scent envelops him, and within him he is fulfilled.

She watches him enjoy her, ravenous he is like a wild animal, the darkness has come for her, and she invites it.

Finished, exhausted, he stares at the shell that she was, touching the cheek, remembering. The scream has returned and with it he bleeds.