I found that transparency is a concept of imagery and radical belief, but it’s a double pane we’re looking through…I see you exist, while staring back at the reflection of me. The world captured between us is of poise and grace collected and framed to scale with blissful clarity. Upon your arrival here, meeting your gaze, I hope you begin to take in the depth and weight of what’s being given?
“I have one rule,” I say…
*“We don’t throw stones while surrounded by glass—unless you’re willing to own the mess you make.”*
Walking around you letting my footsteps echo in the room…examining your posture and eagerness, I continue “In your time here, we stand to emulate this concept of safe and secure, confiding in our own comfort. Eventually you’re going to realize it’s a prison that has been created. So what have you?! Should we shatter the walls we use to protect ourselves?! Or break the very promises that lay the foundations of our demise little one?”
*I pause…thinking carefully how to approach this. Using a deep tone and whispering…while keeping eye contact.*
“I’ll agree to these terms with you, and I build together this dynamic between our two worlds, this “Castle of Glass.” If you will. However—After we’ve defined rules and templates for communication?”
*Studying your gaze… I express vigilantly, wide eyed and keeping this aura of approachability but stern and faire with no compromise.*
“You’ll find I will torture you with burdens of shame, guilt, envy, aggression, frustration, humiliation, and illusions of safety. I’ll drag you down, chew you from the inside out, and level you to the floor just for the thrill of the moment…”
*Waiting for a reaction and pausing. Nothing. So I continue…*
“I will use traumas and coveted systems of trust to cause fear and violence to pierce or tear into skin your skin. Taking sinistral passion and lust and using it for staining memories and letting them soak through the fabric of your peace of mind.
Meanwhile I want to hear echos of relief and cathartic screams with blasphemy fill the same room you try and sleep soundly in.”
*Nodding your head while keeping my center and focus, I say* “Between our transgressions the only mercy I’ll give is signs of affection like a simple forehead kiss…showing gratitude for this outlet. I’ll reward you with orgasms and denial, opportunities of self worth through objectification. You’re a toy. Own it.”
*I begin walking to the door and leave you with a few more thoughts…*
”Safe-words mean nothing here little one, your escape is in this stone in the center of the room.” *Pointing with my gaze.* “Whose walls are going to come down first—?”
“The rule is simple…let’s begin.”
Disclaimer: *These works are written in fiction, and though may have ties to people, places, and things that are real—the names, events, and timelines are displaced.*
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