The Gift

As I dangle, the silence alone is enough to fill my mind with paranoia. The mind is the greatest Devil of them all, and mine is no different. A cry here and a caw there causes my head to frantically turn, and yet even Heimdall wouldn't see it coming. Unable to stop the strike, the sharp edge plunges into my abdomen, piercing the liver, the pain searing through me, a gasp forcing the air out of my lungs as I struggle and wail, the blood trickling down my chiseled stomach. I scream out, echoing outwards, nobody else around to hear it, as jab after jab, the blood gushes, and I lay there panting, gulping, the trickling warmth my only comfort. Once He's done, silently he leaves, perhaps to find some fava beans.

Laying there, shaking, the only sounds are my whimpers and the clinking of the chains, my mind wanders. Deep down i know there is no resentment; I had earned this punishment. The only question I ask myself now is, should I have felt bad for tricking the poor girl into accepting my gift?

The searing pain spreads from within. My arms bound above my head, I shiver and shake as I gasp and grunt, unable to do anything but lay there and endure the pain. The chains clink and clatter as I tug at the restraints, the metal digging into my wrists; I know I won't be able to escape, and yet here I try, reminding myself of my helpless state.

Perhaps this is how He felt, dying for our sins; an unfair deal in my opinion: Surely our sins were worth a bit more than that. I say our as though I'm one of them; the mere thought amuses me, and I begin to chuckle, which devolves into a splutter and choking as the movement excites the pain in my stomach, returning me to my predicament.

Just like Him, we are both fools. Trying to help them, such ungrateful creatures. I remember the look in her eyes, as I returned with a gift for her. As I laid my eyes upon her, a blaze formed within me, and spread through my body, consuming my thoughts, and the very essence of who I was. Her eyes possessed the same feisty glow as the gift before her, a rich amber, as she licked her lips, biting down softly, and let the glow shimmer across her face.

I offered my gift and she shook Her head, 'You'll be punished for this.' Smirking, at the memory and in the moment, I stepped forward and whispered, 'That's half the fun'. And then behind us the door closed, and She graciously accepted the warmth, letting Herself be consumed by the pleasure, spreading through Her body inch by inch until the burning sensation engulfed Her whole as Her flesh turned a bright crimson, with an accompanying blush of gratitude.

The smile glimmered across my face, the pain ever present but subsiding; this was not the punishment I had envisaged. Wrists raw, stomach sore, everything stung as I laid there like a whore. I smirked at my witticism, shameless, choosing to ignore the truth to the rhyme. Chained up, naked, the sharp rocks pressing into the soft flesh of my back, as my Front Lay Accepting Mortification Eternally.