A dark little intralude from the pits of my darkened heart...

Betrayal

Cold chains pose my hands above my head,
My feet to the floor,
Holding me tight.
A cold draft comes from somewhere.

Chilling my stripped body to the bone.
The only reminder that I’m alive.
That and the occasional sting of the whip,
Such a vile reminder.

Blood, hot and sticky,
Travels down my slender body
Leaving long red trails,
Staining my pale flesh.

“Had enough?” My captor snickers.
“More!” I shout.
He obeys.
Hot, red lashes.

Each icy touch,
Cutting clear to my soul.
I close my eyes,
I try to curl up.

To escape the pain.
Alas no use,
The chains hold tight,
Unforgiving.

Again and again I feel the sting,
Again and again I hear myself cry out,
As if I have no control,
I don’t

My body over rules my head and heart,
My pain takes control.
Hot sticky blood,
Stinging, burning lashes.

“No!” my heart screams,
“Don’t give in!”
More lashes,More pain.
My eyes shut tight,
My body tenses,
Trying to obey,
Don’t give in!

“Tell me!” My captor flares again,
His lashes never stop,
Each remarkably finding a fresh patch of skin,
To slice relentlessly.

Another breeze,
Another lash.
I cannot take it.

The pain is hot,
white,
red.

“Please let me die” my body shouts
,“Let it end, let me go” it pleads,
Alas, no such mercy,
The lashes continue.

Blood, now covering my body,
Red trails down my helpless form,
Dripping off my feet.
“I’m worthless, let me die” I think.

A large red pool grows,
Just below my feet.
So much red,
I hate the color.

Tears come,
Filling my eyes and spilling over.
Vile, bitter tears,
Adding to my shame.

The captor laughs,
He is pleased.
The lashes become less routine,
I know he’s waiting.

“S…stop” I choke finally.
He obeys again.
“Ready?” He asks.
I remain silent.

He raises the whip,
“I’ll…I’ll tell you…” I whisper,
My voice raspy and weak.
So much shame.

“Good boy” My captor teases.
I knew him, trusted him,
Not now, not ever again.
He comes closer.

Icy lips press over mine with bruising force,
Cold hands touch bloody exposed flesh.
My captor doesn’t mind
,He knows I’ll tell him

The night will be long,
But it will end.
However,

How long will I pay for my betrayal?