Page 36 of Beautiful Nightmare
He was my home. I needed him like oxygen. Ourhearts would reconnect the moment our eyes met, and our souls longed for one another when apart.
I would kill for him.
But not because of him.
Prince raises his hand, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, and his cock hardens behind his trousers as his body presses against mine. “You were made to hurt, never love.”
Seductively, I lick my lips, never breaking eye contact, and whisper back, “And you will always be a fucking child, throwing a tantrum when he doesn’t get what he wants.”
Through gritted teeth, Prince growls, which only continues to bring me great joy. His cock gets harder against me, and I reach down to cup it, squeezing it tight between my fingers. Hissing, his exposed chest presses against mine. “I love destroying you. Breaking you. Consuming your every thought. Now, why don’t you show me your new magic trick?”
My teeth nip his lip, tugging it, piercing through the thin skin until I taste crimson on my tongue. I apply more pressure before releasing him, swiping my exposed teeth with my tongue, taunting him, baiting him.
Squeezing his dick harder, his body jolts in response, and his closed fist slams against the wallbehind me. Prince is reaching his limit, the ability to keep himself restrained teetering. He is on the brink. Composure is beginning to break, much to my delight, and my own heart races with excitement. I’ve never held the power when it comes to him, but now I do, and I am never giving it back.
His Adam’s apple bobs, and a piece of me wonders how hard it would be to grasp it and pull it out. How sadistic of me, but I hold no shame; I fucking love it.
“Why aren’t you fighting me?”
I laugh devilishly. “Perhaps I already am,” I tease cryptically, and Prince doesn’t like it. His next statement is meant to provoke, and I love how desperate he is for me to initiate the end, “Your eyes are mine, forever inked into my skin, etched on my bone from now until forever. I own you.”
Taking a page out of his book, I muster the courage and spit on his chest. The fist once against the wall is now wrapped tightly around my neck. Squeezing his dick, I remind him who is really in fucking control. Prince’s nostrils flare, and my hold over him doesn’t make a difference because in one fluid motion, the back of my head bounces off the wall as he pushes me backward.
We have returned to familiar habits.
His free hand cups my pussy through my dress, and my blood boils while my fingertips warm. Glancing down quickly, the purple glow is back, but I remain composed.
“Your eyes always burn so bright for me, baby.” If I thought I could, I would launch him through the walls. Only one person can call me baby, and it’s not him. But his words, which sting and enrage, don’t end, “And I’ll slowly skin his mark off your leg, layer by fucking layer, baby.”
Pent-uprage is no longer contained, and I have minimal control and awareness over what comes next. Releasing his cock, both hands rise, while faintly I hear him chuckling as I feel my eyes closing, but this time it’s not him forcing it; I am.
“For I am just a vessel which you will never crack. May you live or die with great regret. With turning black clouds and tornado winds, lightning strikes when only one wins. And no one will ever save you.” The omen dances off my tongue, and as I spit the wordyou, my eyes flash open.
Prince releases me from his hold, stepping back in amazement with hands raised in surrender, but he’s far too late.
My body rises, and my feet hover off the ground.
A crack of lightning sends chills up my spine. It’s time.
Looking down at the pathetic sight, a large, bright dome surrounds me, acting like a shield or barrier. Then, everything begins to move in slow motion, and it’s captivatingly beautiful.
Still in denial, Prince shouts, “I can never die.” His eyes glow wide with hate and anger, not yet accepting defeat.
Shaking arms move before me, and my own scream joins his as a large burst of energy releases from my hands, hitting Prince in the chest. His feet are lifted off the ground, and the force of the impact throws him against the far wall. His body, weak, drops to the ground.
My screaming stops, and the tension increases as his body begins to move. On shaking legs, he rises, using the wall for balance. A black burn mark decorates his exposed chest, and his Adam’s apple bobs with each deep swallow.
“Coward,” I taunt. My voice has become much deeper than I am used to due to the slow-motion effects. But I don’t fight it, allowing whatever has taken over me to be. Prince sees it as an opportunity,making an attempt to catch me off guard and charging at me before springing into the air.
His shoulder braces on one side, ready to spear me. And as he hits my shield, it reacts, and nothing could have predicted its response. My arms, which are still reached out, move to either side of my body, and my chest is pulled forward, rising high as he collides. Bright purple hues illuminate the space as my body trembles. And the house begins to turn to rubble.
The ceiling cracks slowly, and I watch, captivated, before breaking off and plunging to the ground. Dust particles float, and they look like floating stars.
Focusing, I am giving all I have to give. Tears run down my cheeks because I’m scared, and this is overwhelming. The powers which guide me are from my mothers; therefore, I don’t fight it. I allow it to keep going until it cannot anymore. But it still scares me, not understanding what I am capable of, but I need to trust they would not lead me astray or give me something I could not handle.
Glancing around once more, looking forhim, I notice small fires have started.With shaking arms, I feel the energy draining out of me, and time speedsup. My body weakens, but I don’t give up. I don’t stop untilit’sready too.
With a final scream, a Hail Mary, and a final burst flows out of me, and a bright white flash is all I see, until tiny flutters surround me.