The chains chafed his skin and bit into the bones on his back. Sometimes pain can bring euphoria...
Not this pain...His was the kind of pain that one feels when stabbed through the chest by a soul-mate...the blade itself doesn't really matter...the motive is what kills...the hand that held the blade is what stings...the eyes that stare into yours, full of love and hate and passion for your demise...
No... his pain was of the mind and there's no cure for that...no opium can turn this breed of pain into a dull throb. How was he to know what was coming? He was too blind to see the undercurrents of anguish and despair in her actions and words. She had veiled her tormented soul and cut her wrists to remind her of her hatred for this man who seemed bound to her with a love that she did not share. He had displaced the one she had her heart set upon...taken away her one chance to be happy for a lifetime...and replaced it with venom disguised with a kiss.
She had once known peace, happiness and true love. The daughter of the king...a princess to her people and to her parents...she had been an angel among angels and they worshipped her with loyalty and genuine love. The wild tribes took everything away from her in one fell swoop...crushing her father's army...destroying her people and their lands...they took her and her mother along with the rest of the women and killed everything that was male...including the one she loved. She watched him as he lay on the sodden earth twitching in his last moments...a long saber buried one side and thrusting out the other...A grisly sight she would see and remember forever in her mind.
She was 15 years old when they took her...and she was 25 when they brought her to his bed trussed up like the day's catch. He took her into his arms and told her "You are mine...and I will have you forever...until you try to run and die by my sword...or until you become useless to me and die by my sword." She never ran...and she did all she could to keep him happy.
"Fool!" She thought. He made the mistake of falling in love with her beauty and her compliant demeanor. She was cleverer than any tribal could ever be and her culture and education stayed on with her to keep her sane through torrid times in the hands of a hostile and lawless tribe. She'd learnt to wield a broadsword and a saber just like a man...practicing in the dark when the rest of the tribe slept...blissfully unaware of the growing storm of malcontent and dark anger in her heart. She gave herself to him...whenever he asked for it...she wove a web of romance and passion until he truly gave himself to her. He believed her...loved her...and he wanted to be with her forever. He fought off the younger males who wanted her delicate body for themselves...He killed other men who dared to look at her with anything less than complete respect. She used his power and his passion to learn the ways of the tribe...and to find her way out of their lands when the time came...
The sound of flesh sticking to the metal blade and sucking at it as she drew it out of his body caused her to shudder...It had been harder than she imagined as she thrust the blade in and upwards from his belly through his thoracic cavity and into his heart. He did not resist, which surprised her, to her sudden lunge and vicious thrust. His eyes sparkled in recognition of an act of war..but the blade had delved into him before he could react. As his eyes lost their sheen and as the life ebbed out of him...he felt the pain as she chained him up and left him there to die.
As the blood ran out of his body and into the sand in rivulets of rouge...The chains that held him disappeared...they had been but a figment of his imagination...he'd felt chained to this woman whom he loved so dearly that he hadn't thought of fighting back. He knew she loved him...she just needed time to know it...He knew she would realize it sometime...
As she rode away into the darkness and towards her lands...her heart filled with hope for the future and the relief of escape...a tear fell from her eyes surprising her enough to come to a halt at the valley of two perfect sand dunes...More tears followed...and then she knew...
She moved on slowly through the dried up riverbed...as red as the minerals that the waters once carried down from the mountains...as red as the blood she had smote upon the sands...
She rode along the blood river...
Not this pain...His was the kind of pain that one feels when stabbed through the chest by a soul-mate...the blade itself doesn't really matter...the motive is what kills...the hand that held the blade is what stings...the eyes that stare into yours, full of love and hate and passion for your demise...
No... his pain was of the mind and there's no cure for that...no opium can turn this breed of pain into a dull throb. How was he to know what was coming? He was too blind to see the undercurrents of anguish and despair in her actions and words. She had veiled her tormented soul and cut her wrists to remind her of her hatred for this man who seemed bound to her with a love that she did not share. He had displaced the one she had her heart set upon...taken away her one chance to be happy for a lifetime...and replaced it with venom disguised with a kiss.
She had once known peace, happiness and true love. The daughter of the king...a princess to her people and to her parents...she had been an angel among angels and they worshipped her with loyalty and genuine love. The wild tribes took everything away from her in one fell swoop...crushing her father's army...destroying her people and their lands...they took her and her mother along with the rest of the women and killed everything that was male...including the one she loved. She watched him as he lay on the sodden earth twitching in his last moments...a long saber buried one side and thrusting out the other...A grisly sight she would see and remember forever in her mind.
She was 15 years old when they took her...and she was 25 when they brought her to his bed trussed up like the day's catch. He took her into his arms and told her "You are mine...and I will have you forever...until you try to run and die by my sword...or until you become useless to me and die by my sword." She never ran...and she did all she could to keep him happy.
"Fool!" She thought. He made the mistake of falling in love with her beauty and her compliant demeanor. She was cleverer than any tribal could ever be and her culture and education stayed on with her to keep her sane through torrid times in the hands of a hostile and lawless tribe. She'd learnt to wield a broadsword and a saber just like a man...practicing in the dark when the rest of the tribe slept...blissfully unaware of the growing storm of malcontent and dark anger in her heart. She gave herself to him...whenever he asked for it...she wove a web of romance and passion until he truly gave himself to her. He believed her...loved her...and he wanted to be with her forever. He fought off the younger males who wanted her delicate body for themselves...He killed other men who dared to look at her with anything less than complete respect. She used his power and his passion to learn the ways of the tribe...and to find her way out of their lands when the time came...
The sound of flesh sticking to the metal blade and sucking at it as she drew it out of his body caused her to shudder...It had been harder than she imagined as she thrust the blade in and upwards from his belly through his thoracic cavity and into his heart. He did not resist, which surprised her, to her sudden lunge and vicious thrust. His eyes sparkled in recognition of an act of war..but the blade had delved into him before he could react. As his eyes lost their sheen and as the life ebbed out of him...he felt the pain as she chained him up and left him there to die.
As the blood ran out of his body and into the sand in rivulets of rouge...The chains that held him disappeared...they had been but a figment of his imagination...he'd felt chained to this woman whom he loved so dearly that he hadn't thought of fighting back. He knew she loved him...she just needed time to know it...He knew she would realize it sometime...
As she rode away into the darkness and towards her lands...her heart filled with hope for the future and the relief of escape...a tear fell from her eyes surprising her enough to come to a halt at the valley of two perfect sand dunes...More tears followed...and then she knew...
She moved on slowly through the dried up riverbed...as red as the minerals that the waters once carried down from the mountains...as red as the blood she had smote upon the sands...
She rode along the blood river...
3 comments:
Its beautiful - I'm wondering who's the inspiration ?
:) It is hard to fool women...been there...failed that test ;)
As she rode away into the darkness
Can I please have her phone number? pretty please :)
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