Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Bound to Happen
“You aren’t finished.” Sybil slid me a shot.
“Yes, I am.” Hand wobbly, I drank.
“Cantankerous boy. I’ll not loose you upon the world in this state. Go downstairs.”
I nodded, recognizing wisdom.
Nate’s brow furrowed as if he’d intervene, but one look from Sybil and he went back to drinking.
The cool dark welcomed me. I knelt, mouthing familiar prayer.
Regan interrupted oratory. “Thought you I would not sate? I am not so cruel.”
She needed no chains, nor whip to mar now-smooth flesh. I was as defenseless as she was hungry.
On cold stone, she set me free.
For a more detailed version of what happened, read Dancing in the Dark. Just remember, I did say detailed.