I often find myself wondering what it would be like to break free from these cold, stone walls. To feel the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, and the rush of adrenaline as I run wild and free. But as I sit here, in my dark cell, I realize that I’ve found a different kind of freedom - the freedom to indulge in my deepest, most forbidden desires. The warlock’s cruel touch, the whispered promises in my ear, the feeling of power that comes with submitting to his every whim. It’s a strange kind of liberation, but it’s one that I’ve grown accustomed to.
In the dead of night, when the castle is quiet and the guards are drunk, I slip out of my cell and make my way to the warlock’s chambers. The thrill of sneaking past the sleeping sentries, the rush of adrenaline as I push open the creaky door, it’s almost as exhilarating as the act itself. And the act itself - oh, the things I do with the warlock. The way he ties me down, the way he teases me, the way he takes me to the very edge of pleasure and pain. It’s a dance, a twisted waltz of desire and submission, and I’m the willing partner.
But even as I revel in this feral pleasure, I know that it’s all just a game. A game of cat and mouse, of power and submission, of desire and control. The warlock may think he’s the one in charge, but I know the truth - I’m the one who holds the power, the one who gets to decide how far I’ll go, how far I’ll fall. And that knowledge, that thrill of power, it’s what keeps me coming back for more.
>Soulkyn