down in me

I pull up to the cliff and jump out of the car, leaving the ignition turned, the music blaring, the headlights on. Standing fairly apprehensively a few feet from the edge I feel Disaster’s eyes upon me. Fear can’t keep my flirtatious nature under wraps. Adrenaline makes me say and do things I would normally consider more carefully.

Hello, handsome. Such a naughty boy…

Blindly taunting him as I still can’t see him in the darkness beyond the headlights. Yet he already devours my whole being without touching. I respond enthused and almost involuntarily with gentle, swaying movements. He holds the power and he knows it when he feels the blood rush through me.

You want me, don’t you? I can tell…

Before I can finish my last thought, Disaster has a firm grip on me. I’m dangling a few inches off the ground, held at the throat by his big, strong, unmovable hand. I grip at his wrists feebly. Not to try and loosen his hold, no, that would be naive not to mention impossible. Just to try and hold my weight before he strangles me. But I fear we’re not alone. No. There. Beyond the darkness. Death is watching me. My constant companion. What a sweetheart, he’d never leave me alone in the grip of Disaster. He always makes sure to be available, in case I call for him. A true friend. I start to gag.

Baby… you’re hurting me…

He likes this, of course. And in my breathlessness I catch light dancing in the eyes of Desire and Lust out of the corners of my own. They clasp each others’ fingers tightly as they peer rather hungrily at me from behind a tree near the side of the car. They are sneaky and quiet but their presence never escapes me. Disaster is keenly aware of everything and everyone that’s gathered for me. But he wants me for himself. Always has.

Oh my god… that feels so fucking… goooood…

With one deft movement and just as my whites begin to show, he brings me to my knees, releasing his grip on my throat, allowing me to almost catch a gulp of air. I’m like an inconsequential rag doll at his mercy. Before I can blink his fingers are tangled in my hair and I’m half dangling off the sharp, ragged edge. Death gives a start but realising it’s not his turn, silently returns to lurking in the shadows. Violently, Disaster jerks my head to the side and positions a sharp blade uncomfortably near my earlobe. As my attention is in the grip of the looming precipice, he drives a deliciously bloody trail diagonally along my cheekbone, under my chin, finally coming to a painful stop in the tender skin of my bruised throat.

Fuck me, pleeeeeeease…