ANGEL OF DARKNESS

His saliva was like burning whisky going down my throat.

One taste and it was an addiction. My adrenaline was racing but my tactics were genetically malfunctioned. My skin absorbed his liquid pleasure as his sweaty intentions lathered my body. A sweet, guilty indulgence permitted without a secret password.

Mission accomplished. My body was life-less after he sucked me dry. Panting on my hands and knees, crawling for survival I managed to get away for a moment. Then I felt his breath confiscate my focus. It was a curved road with a black entity blocking every possible direction. There was no alternate route available, it was now ten-thousand miles of non-stop driving.

I was no longer his passenger. I was his captive. I meant nothing more than a hitchhiker on the side of the road waiting for transportation.

Then we finally arrived as his private domain. A castle of sin and a tower of sweet permissive treats awaited my arrival. Without question I prepared to relax in his Jacuzzi of lies.

It was a dream but very fantasy like. I was his princess whore and he was my prince of never-never loved her land. I had enough and so I confronted him like a slave chained to his mid-driff.

I pleaded, “let me go,” but he refused. After hours of repeated sexual infestation he was finally done with me. I heard him say,”Guards take her away.” Not labeled as a concubine one compassionate guard let me have my last words.

He handed me a chunk of charcoal and a napkin. I was weak but managed to legibly scribble,”He who owned my heart,killed my heart.” The unknown guard took my note, gave a hardened look and slammed the door of my cell.

My cell of shame was dark and moist with the smell of regret. Then I heard metal against metal as the chains of the trap door began to motion. Scared with fear no noise came out of my mouth as I tried to scream.

Then the floor beneath me gave way. I silently muttered “why” as I fell to the depths below. My destined fate was fifty feet below me. I hit the bottom and lay there paraylized. Suddenly I heard hisses and slithering. I was dropped into a pit of snakes and I could feel their scaly bodies ready to bite me.

The first snake bit me, then the second, then the third. I became immobile as the venom entered my bloodstream. I cried out his name. He appeared above me then laughed and said, “You honestly think I loved you?” The silent echo of no remorse filled the air. Then the trap door closed and I continued to get attacked.

Laying there waiting to die I realized he spoke the truth.

He threw me into a pit of death and left me there to be bitten and devoured. As I took my last breath I prayed that my note would make it to someone, somewhere. Then I closed my eyes and surrendered as the snakes scurried back into the corners of my resting place.

Weeks later after my spirit became one without my body he sat down for dinner. Involved in his normal routine, he reached over and grabbed his napkin. As he opened the napkin to wipe his face he noticed some writing. “he who broke my heart killed my heart.” Beyond shocked a dark angel appeared before him. Yelling for his crew at once the room began to spin.

Moments later he grabbed his chest and got down on his knees. The dark angel ripped his heart right out of his soon to be life-less body. By the time help arrived he LAYED there dead to the world and in his hand he gripped that napkin. His soul departed and he was up for his judgment.

Entering the light he already knew he was in transition as a faint figure appeared above him. In desperation he looked up at the man who makes all the final decisions. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted.

He looked up, begging for mercy and forgiveness. Then the good man looked down and said, “I gave you life and a wonderful woman. You killed her heart. You honestly think I could love you?” Then the day went dim and he served his lifetime sentence of darkness. His bitter heart cost him eternal happiness and all because he wanted lust for one night in his personal pit of darkness.