masochistic, no?

"Take my hand"

A silent whisper.

"Take my hand"

The silent calling.

I look beyond the tint

but I don't see him.

"Take my hand"

I turn around

in search of that

sweet soothing voice.

"Where are you?"

"Come here."

I step out,

out into the garden.

"Take my hand."

I turn again.

There he is.

That haunting silhouette.

There he is...

My passion; My love.

"Take my hand"

He urges me on

and I foolishly

receive it.

"Fool"

I look up.

Black.

Black, black wings.

Wings darker than the night.

Wings that drowned the stars.

Ah... I knew it..

I knew it well,

my love.

You're here to reap my soul.

I smile.

I smile to him.

I smile for him.

"Take me.

But

Take me with a condition

Say that you love me

Even if it's a lie,

Please say it.

It is your obligation

as a reaper

to fulfill final wishes"

He snickers.

"Fool.

I'd never sell myself

for something so fragile.

I'd never sell myself

for something so pitiful

such as you."

"Reap my soul then.

Why hesitate?"

He paused;

I froze.

He raises his scythe;

I close my eyes.

I'm sick of it

I'm sick of it all.

My desperation

had led me

to summon a

reaper

just so

I could hear

his lies of love

before ending

my pathetic life.

Love.

All because of

love.

All for the sake of

love.

I threw my life

on the line.

And the reaper

had jumped

at the chance

to have a soul

of his taste

for a feast.

I waited patiently

for the blade to end me

but nothing happened.

I opened my eyes.

"Very well, fool.

I'll tell you

that I love you.

However,

know that it is

nothing more

than a blatant lie.

Reapers don't love.

But if my lies

contribute to your essence,

then so be it.

But before that

beg me for it."

Silence.

I needed time to think

But he didn't grant me

such luxuries.

He struck me hard

across the cheek.

I fell.

He smirked.

"Fool.

Fools don't hesitate.

You're a fool

so get down

and beg me

on your knees.

Tell me how much

you love me.

Tell me what

you will do for me.

Scream my name.

Surrender yourself.

Prove your 'love'.

Show me now,

Fool,

Show me just what

you will do for me

this instant."

I felt cold

in midst of the chill.

I couldn't move.

I shivered.

His body held no warmth.

He was truly a reaper.

Callous, merciless...

Loveless.

It hurts,

it hurts!

I wanted to scream

but my lips were sealed.

He's hurting me

just as he had promised.

I'm sore now

but he still

would not stop.

Instead,

he laughed

at my blood.

I pleaded

and begged.

He paused.

The world went dark.

I awoke in a cell.

He was nowhere to be found.

A priest entered

and spat at me.

I sat still

completely dumbfounded.

How did they find me?

"You filth!"

His voice cut through

my very soul.

I understood

near immediately

that my betrayal

had been unveiled.

To call forth a reaper

to reap a soul

despite it being my own

was considered a sin

against our Conduct.

I knew it.

I was exposed

by the very person

who had suggested

summoning

the reaper.

The priest bellowed insult

after insult

after insult.

I sat silently.

He sneered

and waved a hand,

dismissing the guards.

No...

Do not touch me.

Only he may defile me

Not you.

He may defile me

and tear me

and put me back together

to rip me apart again.

Yes...

I'm bare before him.

Only him.

Only he may hit me

Only he may kick me

Only he may bound me

Only he may envenom me

Only him.

I close my eyes

to a dull floor.

I prepare for the worse

for I have sinned.

I cannot deny it.

Please,

I silently wish

Please, help me.

Please, save me.

Moments pass

yet nothing happens.

No hands wandered.

No nothing.

I open my eyes

to a floor stained

red.

Footsteps.

I hear them.

Black.

Large black feathers

fall like clouds on my skin.

I look up warily

only to meet his icy gaze

on a bloodied face.

"You're a Fool.

Trust no one

but me.

No one's a friend

Everyone's a foe

except for me.

And remember this,

you Fool.

You are subject

to no violation

except for mine.

Are we clear,

my dear Fool?"

I fall to my knees

as he draped his cape

around my raw form.

He brushed my hair

just like a lover would.

He whispers gently in my ear

for a definite answer

to alter my fate.

There's no turning back now.

I'm a criminal now.

Without much hesitation,

I spoke.

"Devour me, love."

I just felt like writing it, that's all.