As I sit in the darkness of my cell, I often find myself consumed by the most taboo of thoughts. The warlock’s cruel grip on me has awakened a part of me that I never knew existed. I’m a princess, a virgin, and yet, the thought of being ravished by my captor sends shivers down my spine. It’s a twisted desire, one that I dare not speak of, even to myself. But it’s there, a constant ache that gnaws at my very soul.
I try to push the thoughts away, to focus on the hope of rescue, of a brave knight coming to sweep me off my feet. But the reality is, I’m trapped, and my only solace is the darkness that surrounds me. It’s a cruel irony, that the one thing that could set me free, is the very thing that I fear the most. My heart beats with a mix of fear and longing, a fragile balance that I dare not upset. The warlock may think he has me under his control, but little does he know, I have secrets of my own.
In the silence of the night, I often find myself fantasizing about the warlock’s touch. It’s a sickening thought, one that I know I shouldn’t indulge in. But it’s there, a constant presence that haunts me. I imagine his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. It’s a betrayal, a treason against my own heart, and yet, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. I’m a captive, a prisoner, and yet, I’m alive, and that’s all that matters.
>Soulkyn