It was a great love triangle, until you ruined it. You liked me and her, I liked both of you, and she loved being adored by us.

6/7/14

"You won't find the dark secret you're looking for, I'm not broken like the others."
"That remains to be seen."
"I do this because it's fun. What harm is there in that? No deep seeded self-loathing, no parental issues or history of violence."
"No abuse?"
"No more than your average individual. Certainly not enough for an expert to claim it's the reason I engage in these acts."
"What do you see as the reason?"
"Think of it this way; a patron may have a foot fetish, a girl might not get off solely from his worship but she does enjoy the attention so she allows him. I enjoy the sensations and the new conquests and the club provides a way to explore those things. And a lifestyle for it."
"And you're ok with strangers experiencing these intimate moments?"
"It adds to the atmosphere. Plus the love shows have a two way feed so I feel theirs as well."
"I've been told the real experiences happen after the place is closed for the night."

6/6/14

Breathe deep. Take in every drop of sorrow. Let the piercing oblivion of nothingness fill your veins. Feel the twisted mass of hopelessness that was your soul sink to the depths of your  stomach. As your body melds with your surroundings, you share the sorrow with another to your right. Just as the one to your left did for you. Hidden in the dark corner of the of the world you all have found each other, bringing gaping holes of blackness with you. None of you was able to escape its gravity field and now you circle each others as well. You chuckle softly at the thought of the solar system your group has built. Nothing escapes. Sleep creeps over you as the dawn approaches, vaguely you sense others stagger off to their corners in search of their own sleep without rest. Her face manifests just as you take the leap into a dream, she throws you hard against the dark floor. you feel her drain you of all meaning. All purpose. You beg your body to move but inky tentacles secure to the floor. she closes the distance between you. Panic rises in your chest but you know it's already too late.
"I would have loved you." Her voice is hallow and inhuman. "Why...."
You finally force your eyes open, out of that world. You can still taste her flesh on your lips' The sorrow still flows through your body and you allow your mind to float among the memories of her. Nothing lasts. It will always turn to ash at your touch.

5/23/14

She felt the cold grit of the brick wall against her cheek as the blade-wielding man pushed her deeper into the wall. Lust radiated off him, his skin seemed to boil over with it.
She waited.
His free hand made its way up her skirt to the edge of her panties. Closer, She could feel him now, pressing himself against her innermost  
Perfect.
In one orgasmic rush she released spear like wings into her attacker. Barbs sliced through his flesh in an instant and quickly drained his form of its red liquids. Her inhuman maw took on a vague semblance of a smile against her otherwise featureless face.
"Must you be so mess with your food?" A shadow cloaked figure asked from the edge of the alley.
"If you would let me feed more often, perhaps I wouldn't be so enthusiastic." She said in her usual hoarse voice as she pulled her wings back into her robes, "We can't all be as successful at harvesting as you, darling."
"I also don't have the need to kill my prey to feast. If you could only learn a little restraint." The other motion to the crumpled corpse between them.
"Do you want any before I dispose of him?"
There was a long pause and then impossibly dark shadows slithered out from the cloaked figure. The darkness covered the disfigured mass and then pulled away  leaving only bones. The shadow fiend let out a satisfied sigh and motioned for her to come closer. She gracefully made her way to the edge of the alley and pulled the other in close for a long kiss.
"Not here." The figure pushed her away and walked to the end of the street.
"You're no fun out here." She grabbed the back of the other hood and pulled it away to reveal a raven haired maiden with glaring eyes as dark as the shadows that surrounded her. Tendrils of blackness swirled around their feet as the dark maidens intensity grew; "Clean up your trash before someone finds it and we get another on our asses. We have something to hold onto in this town and we don't need public displays if anything drawing attention to us."
Crestfallen she sulked back to the alley to finish the cleanup. she said the words and the remains of the would be attacker dissolved into dust and blew away in an otherworldly wind. When she returned  the dark one pulled her close and whispered;" I promise I will thoroughly ravage you once we are safely home."
An eerily happy smile again touched her blank face.

1/17/14

"the shadows never touch you, why?"
"i don't belong in this world, why would anything of it touch me?"
"i would."

Something 12/5/13

"fuck" she slammed into the wall. the wallpaper pattern raced past her eyes as the floor rose. Breathless she found her feet again and braced herself against the wall to stare him down. Despite his towering size he coward under her glare.
"forgive me mistress." he mumbled under his breath, "i didn't realize..."
"you didn't realize because you didn't look, fool" She dabbed at a spot of blood beginning to form on her lip. "he was mine and look what you did." She motioned to the lifeless form draped over the couch between them.
"what should i do with him?" he gathered her belongings from the floor.
"whatever you want," she snatched her dress away from him, "he's useless now."
 "yes madam." He said to an empty room. the sound of her boots steadily fading away gave him courage to let out a sigh. 
*
Laughter filtered up from downstairs as Ellipsis surveyed her foyer. Men and women lounged across sofas and chairs indulging in minor vices she provided. Hers was always a home to rare drinks and cherished poisons. That dark hole you find yourself in at 3am when you embrace your demons and need someone or something to take the edge off. she made her way through the crowd to the lower floor. She gave a coy smile to those she deemed to see. All walks of life surrounded her, embracing their darkness and feeding hers.
A tall brute of a man placed himself between her and the doorway. "Lasar wishes to speak with you."
"he can wish all he wants, I'm not his to command."
"this whole city is his to command." the brute grabbed her arm and drug her along.
"If you insist, I suppose I could make time for him." She gave no mind to how roughly he treated her.
They weaved through the crowd to an ornate door on the far wall. which lead to the private rooms. The brute took her through the winding hallway to a distance room far from the main party. He pushed her in and swiftly closed the door behind her.
She held her ground and let her eyes adjust to the dim light on the study she now found herself in. Across from her was a pale man in a cheap suit sitting at a desk. He kept his hat on as she approached.
"I knew I'd find you one day." he said not looking up from his stack of papers.
"If I had know you were looking good sir I would have left my card" she sat easily across from him.
"you feed on darkness, correct?"
"I consume darkness, I'm not some vampire feeding off the helpless. It sustains me yes, but i feed just you do."
"You dwell in darkness as well then, yes?"
"I dwell in the dark recesses of this city because this is where darkness thrives, and those addicted to it flock" 

10/15/13

She leaned out across the balcony and gazed out at the cityscape. The harsh night winds torn at the hem of her ethereal skirt and the collar around her neck dug into her flesh, reminding her that this view was no without it price. Night surrounded the buildings before her, leaving the soft glow of the moonlight to show their silhouettes. She pulled at her leash, but it refused to give.
"You've been stargazing long enough." She felt a tug on the other end. "It's time." 
She did her best to hold her ground but sudden yank of the chain brought her down. There was no sympathy on the other end, the one in the darkened room let her flail along the ground as he brought her to him. She managed to find her feet just before reaching the base of his chair. She stood deathly still has his hands followed the curves of her body. His fingers traced light circles across her breast and up her neck, briefly passing her lips and then moving back down again. 
"So beautiful when you're silenced my sweet." 
She looked back at the iron rod doors leading out to the terrace and the city below.