I was soaring through the air without wings, my legs and arms flapping with abandon. Was I the first human being able to fly? All this seemed to be so surreal, but then I felt by body falling at 9.8m/s as gravity took over. My eyes were closed, as I saw that monster. His eyes were of a great red gleam, his overtoned muscles protruding out of the darkness, prominent jaw curved outward, glistening teeth glittering in the moonlight. Yet, I felt helplessly attracted to him. The more steps I took toward him, the harder it was to get out. Part of me wanted to lash out at him with anger, part of me wanted to flee and run away from this ugly creature… but mostly I wanted to kiss his full, perfect lips. Why was I like this when I knew how dangerous and powerful he was? When I knew of the evil he held and still wanted him to be mine?
Tags: