The Beast
by zandra
i fall deeper and deeper into the cocoon He has weaved for me.  It draws me deep inside.  Pulling me inch by inch.  It feels like quicksand.  my footing is gone.  i stand on nothingness.   the blanket that envelopes me is warm and comforting.  it lulls me downward...gently like a low grade magnet.  there is no resistance.  i think there was at one time, but i have forgotten.  now there is nothing but the soft but steady pull. 

as i become encased i realize i cannot move anymore.  i am immobilized.  The beast has come for me.  he has lulled me into his den and now i belong to him.  it is too late to struggle.  what is the point?

my options are gone.  he will do as he pleases with me.  he will love me or beat me at his whim.  And in either regard, i will thank him profusely.  For beyond belonging to him, he has stolen my heart.  What he wishes for me i wish for myself.

as the transformation completes itself  my joy takes over all of my hesitancies.  i belong  to the beast...and he belongs to me.
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