Page 17 of Dark Therapy
My breath hitched as I felt him inch closer, the heat radiating from him like a fire.
“Look at you,” he whispered, leaning down until his face was just inches from mine. “You like the danger, the unpredictability. You’re drawn to it.”
I felt the truth of his words lodged deep in my gut, like a festering wound I couldn’t quite address.
“Don’t deny it.Embraceit,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “This is where you truly belong. The thrill of the hunt, the game of power—it’s exhilarating, isn’t it?”
In the suffocating darkness, I was torn. His words wrapped around me like a web, pulling me deeper into this twisted fantasy he had created. I fought against the feelings that clawed at my mind, but every moment he lingered there, every low word he uttered, deepened the fear and the unsettling heat building between my legs.
His fingers brushed against my shoulder, a light touch that sent a jolt through me, igniting that dark curiosity further. I hated the way I reacted, how my body betrayed me, and how I found myself trapped between the urge to flee and the terrifying allure of what he represented.
As his fingers grazed my skin, a shiver of anticipation and dread coursed through me. I was utterly bound, both by the leather strap holding me to the chair and by the intoxicating pull he had over me. My heart raced, caught in a chaotic dance of fear and excitement as his hand continued to explore.
“Tell me, Millie,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, “what do you feel right now?”
I tried to focus, to wrestle control over the emotions swirling within me. “I feel… trapped,” I managed to say, though my voice wavered, betraying my inner turmoil.
“Trapped?” He chuckled softly, as if savoring the word. “Orliberated? There’s freedom in surrendering to fear, you know. It opens up a world of possibilities.”
His fingers caressed my nipples, trailing along my exposed chest, teasing my skin with a mix of warmth and cold that made my breath hitch. I hatedhow my body responded to him, how the fear intertwined with a thrill that sent conflicting signals through my mind.
I felt his hand glide up my side, fingers brushing against my skin, igniting every nerve ending. The sensation was a dangerous mix of pleasure and pain, and I fought against the urge to lean into his touch, to give in to the sickening thrill that wrapped around me.
“Justfeel. Let go of the noise in your head. Embrace this moment. You’re safe with me.”
Safe? The word echoed mockingly in the dark abyss we inhabited. I was anything but safe, yet somehow, that was part of the thrill. My mind spun as his fingers continued to explore, drawing me into an abyss of confusion where fear and desire tangled together.
With every word, every caress, I felt the tension within me unravel and intertwine.
“Will you fight me?” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Or will you let me show you what it means to surrender?”
In that moment, I was suspended between reality and a haunting fantasy,caught in a web of fear and excitement that left me breathless, and as his hands roamed, I struggled to comprehend the storm of emotions battling within me.
Damien sank to his knees between my legs, and every nerve in my body screamed at once.
I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to breathe. Tothink. But it was impossible with the weight of his presence, thesickelectricity of him so close. I couldn’t see his face in the dark, but I could feel his eyes—hungry, predatory, drilling into me.
“Please,” I choked out, barely a whisper. I hated the sound of it, the broken plea that slipped out before I could stop it.
Damien laughed, a manic, sharp burst of sound that bounced off the walls and sank straight into my chest. “Oh,fuck, that’s good. Say it again, Millie.Begme. I live for that shit.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hotagainst my thigh. My whole body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my ankle, light and deliberate, as if testing how far he could push before I shattered. My skin prickled where he touched me, an involuntaryshiverracing down my spine that I hated myself for.
“Tell me about your childhood,” he said suddenly, his tone sharp, commanding. The shift in his voice made my stomach drop.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, shaking my head.
“Don’t play dumb,” he snarled, his fingers trailing upward, brushing over my knee. “The shit that fucked you up. The shit you buryso deep it keeps you up at night.Spillit.”
I froze, the weight of his words pinning me down more effectively than the straps ever could. Images flickered in my mind—ghostsof a past I’d spent years trying to forget. “I’m not telling you anything,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
Damien chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through the air like a low growl. “You will,” he said, his voice a razor dragging across my nerves. “Because you need to. And because deep down, you know I’m theonlyone who can handle therealyou.”
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear, his breath sending chills racing down my spine. “But don’t forget,” he murmured, each word a knife in the dark. “You’ll break eventually, Millie. And when you do? You’ll thank me for it.”
I held my breath as his fingers lingered, a cruel tease against my skin, drawing closer to the vulnerability I was trying so hard to shield. The mix of fear and something darker twisted in my gut, a constant reminder of the battle waging within me. I could feel the cold metal of the chair against my back, the leather belt binding me tight—each detail of my captivity grounding me in the present, even as my mind flitted between fear and an unbidden thrill.
“Do you remember what it felt like?” he asked, his breath warm and taunting. “Thathelplessness? The way it consumed you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, wrapping around me like a shroud.