I am still cursing him as the bedroom door softly clicks shut.

Angelus, insufferable beast to find my discomfort so amusing. Sighing I lay my head back down on the pillows.

How could he expect me to take his suggestions as anything other than another exercise in control?

Closing my eyes, I think back to earlier this night.

*****

“What did you think of the play tonight?” he inquires.

“Tragic, pointless,” I reply.

Strolling through the park, he has turned us away from the graded paths and towards the more wooded areas. Even with the full moon shining bright in the night sky I must rely on his night sight to keep from tripping over a rock or tree root.

“Pointless, most I hear find it romantic?” A question in his voice.


“All that death and anguish because of two undisciplined children, who themselves ended up dead as well. Romantic?” I shake my head, "Ridiculous."

We come upon a small pond and moving forward to the edge I gaze into the still waters. Turning away I startle a sleeping duck who, squawking, rushes across to the other side before settling down once again.

Moving up the gentle slope, I choose a spot and prepare to sit down.

“No, Rama, don’t sit there,” he says and suddenly my temper flares.

“Why! What does it matter where I choose to sit?” I say heatedly.

“Rama..” he begins.

“Must you control every aspect of my life? The lessons, the concerts and plays, even my clothes!” My voice is beginning to rise.

“You look beautiful in them,” he says, head slightly tilted.

“Bah, you try wearing a corset for hours and see how beautiful you feel!” I snarl.

Shaking his head: “Trust me, my Lion, you will not like the consequences.”

“I am not your lion, and why not, will you punish me?” and I hear a dare in my voice.

He looks at me with those dark eyes saying nothing, then he smiles.

“No, I will do nothing. I pray my lady, please sit where you choose."  He then selects a place a few feet away for himself.

Deciding that I have won this small battle, I lower myself to the ground.

I expect nothing but silence but then he starts to speak of a party that we had attended the night before. And to be honest I had enjoyed the gathering. The people had been friendly and amusing and one old man actually seemed to enjoy talking to a woman that had opinions of her own.

And sitting there speaking with him I become aware of a kind of tickling sensation but I assume it is nothing more than the dampness of the grass.

“Oh!” What! Something pinched me.

“Is anything wrong?” he asks.

At the his innocent tone I look at him suspiciously. “No, no nothing is wrong”.

I begin to describe my discussion with the old man.

“Ah! Ouch!” Another pinch.

“Rama??” Again that innocent tone, too innocent.

He’s doing this. I don’t know what or how, but he’s doing this. I flinch but manage not to make a sound as I feel a series of pinches this time. I will not give him the satisfaction of crying out. I--will--not!

We continue talking about the party as I try not to move or flinch. The pinching has become almost constant now and the skin on my buttocks and thighs start to burn.

“Angeluuuss…” I cry out, no longer able to remain still or silent.

With his breed's incredible speed he is by my side, pulling me to my feet than catching my up into his arms.

“I know you did this, make it stop, pleeeease!!!” Tears running down my face. The burning is agony.

“I am doing nothing Rama, I told you that I would not,” he says.

“Then What!! What is doing this?” Tears streaming down my cheeks, I glare at him.

“Ants my dear, simple ants,” he replies.

Staring up at him I notice that we are now beside the pond’s edge.

Holding out his arms he smiles, and my eyes grow wide with horror.

Then, shrieking, I hit the water.

FINIS
 

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