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Seduction

Temptation
He stares down at the bleach white hospital bed; “mother”, he sighs to himself. her frail face still bares deep grooves of cruelty. his glaze changes to the nearby cushion; In one painless moment he could end it all. She wakes. They have the same conversation they have had for years. He makes his token effort but its not good enough, it never is. He skulks back home to re-start the process. He walks past the dimly lit dive, it looks almost inviting.

He wakes up, drones through his morning route and leaves for work. he sees that bar again, its still open. He works: just another cog in the corporate machine wanting to be something more. His nose bleeds, a drop of blood hits the ground spreading across like gnarled tree roots. My fingers slide through the dimensional divide and I taste mortal lust; His desire quench my thirst, He wants me i can tell. Back to the hospital to be belittled again. Lights start to flicker as he walks past but the bar radiates. The bright light casts a big shadow, large enough for me to hide in. He escapes his mother and like a fly trapped in honey is oblivious to the sinister side of sweetness, he enters the bar. I draw him to me.

Invitation
He drinks alone, he sleeps alone and while he sleeps; he dreams of me. I surround him with my warm arms as he slumbers in a fetal position. I draw him into me. The deep rich red blood burns beneath his skin as i let him taste the possibilities. Only to awake cold and yearning for my touch. The harsh light of day forces him back into his automation lifestyle.

Obsession
He must remain patient, I give him a small gift for now, my name: Kexal. Like his hearts gentle pulse it beats in his ear. Kexal, both mother and seducer, both goddess and demon. It races though his bloodstream, it becomes his breath. Helpless, alone, my name gives him strength. He chants it as he leaves work. Thoughts of me both soothe and tempt him, over riding his minds other duties until it becomes his single thought.

Possession
I move in slowly. I push his soul into my womb as i take control of his body. Such is my love.

Seduction

evilbindi

Joined October 2007

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Micro fiction about possession.

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