Anger, you're back, so soon. No Dyl, turn away, walk with me now, it's not time. Yes you may bring anger with you, but only as a buffer for now, you do understand don't you. When will it be time? Soon!
Chapter 2
Anger ruts like a wild beast deep, deep in softness Yes, softness, I remember being here before, but then so was another No, no don't think of that now. It does not hear the cries, the pleas, it has one purpose The Plan. It spends, deep inside the softness, where it will do the most good.
I come back to myself as anger is abated, I see the eyes, eyes that I know so well I pull away, turn away, walk away. I sit once more gazing into nothing, my heart beats again, but slow.
There is a wetness once again, ah yes, but this time no dream. I walk back towards the room over yonder where anger ruled. I need the softness again, must have the softness again; it calms me. "Dylan!"
"Yes Rebecca."
"What happened to your hair?"
"You don't like it?" I run my hand over my new baldness.
"No, I do, it's just...your beautiful hair."
"It will grow back."
"Where are we?"
"Home."
"Really, but it doesn't look like home?"
"It's our new home."
"Where is it, do I know?"
"It's away..."
"Away where?"
"Far, far away, open."
She obeys, though her eyes seem to question. Softness welcomes once more, without anger here to buffer, softness seems sweet. I glide in and out, must go deeper, deep is good.
Yes, I know. There's no need for tenderness, tenderness once failed. But...Madness wraps its hand around her neck, squeeze, squeeze. Not too tight now let your heart breathe; yes, that's it, now carry on.
I close my eyes from the pleasure, never thought to be found again. The softness of her sweet cunt clutches and throbs, clenc
hes and releases.
Did it do that...with the other? Anger and madness combine to form...the beast. It has teeth, it bites, so much power, the cries grow louder; softness grows pliant.
She gushes like a sudden storm, the moans of an animal echo throughout the room. Release, sweet release. I empty inside her again.
Anger and madness have receded yet again, my eyes can see now What have you done, you animal? You bit and tore. She smiles as she rubs her legs against the sheets, her hands are still outstretched. They must remain tied remember, until the plan has worked at least. No no, it doesn't hurt; we made sure remember? I am spent once more, I pull out of my haven, but I don't want to leave.
You must there are things to be done.
"Dylan."
"Yes my heart."
"Will you come to me again soon?"
Think only of the plan Dylan, nothing more, turn away, walk away. Without answer I turn and leave. Food we both need food. Yes I can eat now; my heart is mending.