Fantasy

I knew it was dangerous to be alone with her in the boiler room, but when she tied my wrists to the wall and brushed my skin with her fangs, I didn’t want her to stop.

When the red collar tightened around my neck, I understood it was the only thing separating me from all the fangs watching me from the warehouse’s gloom.

Every time I’m alone in the house, I repeat the same ritual. And every time, it gets harder to tell the game from what I truly long to be.

When they switched my red collar for a green one, I knew there was no one left to stop those fangs sinking into the most sensitive part of my body.

Surrounded by vampires in that old slaughterhouse, with the green collar choking my neck, I understood my body no longer belonged to me. I could only beg for a few more days.

He spat at the sorceress while two slaves held him down. She smiled, licked the contempt from his cheek, and vowed to make him her next masterpiece.

They threw him naked into the muck among beasts, and the masked overseer smiled: she knew exactly how long it would take before the baron knelt begging for a piece of meat.

Before receiving the council, she tugged the leash, and her pet emerged trembling from beneath the table, lost in pure worship.

He crossed walls no one had ever conquered to drive his sword into her. She only snapped her fingers, and the hero discovered who truly ruled that throne.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the workers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

When he took off my blindfold, he wasn’t alone in the living room. Six naked men surrounded me, and my boyfriend watched from a corner with a smile.

I walk in wearing the shortest skirt I own and high heels. They’re already on the sofa, waiting for me with their hands ready. And I, nervous, sit right in the middle.

It was her first coven gathering and the youngest in the circle. All of them wanted to touch her, but she only had eyes for the blonde watching her from across the fire.