The Marionette Lover: Part 1
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Throughout her home she litters the floor with flower petals, having the petals being of specific colors. Due to a broken hip she limps from one side to the other but manages to move with grace. she puts a record on next, an eerie tune beginning to echo through her home setting the mood she hums along to it. Placing two glasses and a bottle of champagne on the coffee table, the most gruesome scar on her back shows, starting at the top of her neck and proceeding down to her tailbone from the opening on the back of her small black dress. Her spine pokes up at her skin visibly as she bends down, yet she shows no sign of discomfort.

She begins to light candles for lighting when the scent of dried flowers and decay overpowers her home. She freezes with her heart racing, her weakened lungs fighting for air as she is filled with excitement, hearing inconsistent footsteps draw closer to her. Her lover was here..

She turns with a delighted smile on her face seeing the strange and lifeless figure she loved so dearly. Adorned in masquerade garb of white and black with golden yellow trimming, dark ruby feathers protruding from his round hat. His porcelain mask resembling a smug look as he stands before her. With subtle but disturbing puppet-like movement he brings his arms out, beckoning her.

Without a moment’s hesitation she limps to her lover as fast as she could and embraced him with glee. Feeling his arms take hold of her tightly in return, her lover spins her around with joyful intent within his grasp as he dips her.. Only then withdrawing just enough as he brings her back to her feet to brush his hands through her somewhat long, blonde, doll-like hair.

Slowly her and her lover walk to the coffee table, arms locked as they take a seat together. Pressing herself into him as he opens the bottle of champagne pouring the contents in a glass, her hand feeling his chest as he takes a drink. His free arm taking a moment to slide down the scar on her back sensually before wrapping itself around her waist, expressing pride.

No doubt it was one of the most pleasurable nights they had spent together, and he showed it by making an effort to touch it as much as possible if not claw his cold fingers into her back in their most special moments. Threatening to tear it open again and feel his way around through her back. Who knew the squeezing of one’s lungs could be a wonderful sensation in its own?

"Did you bring your violin by chance? Oh how I wish to hear the song you played at our first meeting!" She speaks with a hoarse voice, Her throat sounding damaged.

Her lover parts the glass from his still mouth.

"I did not.."

She sighs in disappointment towards her lover, him laughing in response setting the glass aside and taking hold of her face with a gloved hand. His fingers puppet themselves in place as he pushed his mouth against her cheek.

"Forgive me won't you? I shan't forget next time."

She smiles to her lover’s touch, melting into it. How could she ever be upset with him? She reassured her lover with a quiet nod that all was forgiven.

"Good. I promise to play our song and much more till your heart's content."

Her strange lover smears her red colored lips staining the corner of her mouth and his gloved thumb. Staring into her tired eyes he begins to admire her features.

"So fragile, yet you beings from earth are so desirable. Mere' play things to my kin. But you are a special case. Like nothing I have ever seen.. You have become my muse."

Her arms wrap themselves around the marionette man’s neck as his other hand slides along her tan cut up thighs.. Lifting her dress to expose her broken hip.. Bruised and almost black.

"I dream of your home and its black moons every night. I see the city folk dance and sing and smear themselves in blood. I wish to return with you and watch you play atop the stage as I drink my fill." She speaks again leaning in as if going for a kiss, longingly staring back into soulless eyes.

"Eventually. But not today.. You're not ready yet." her lover responds carefully pulling away from her.

Her beloved would stand up and turn to her, leaning down he picks her up with unknown strength and places her petite form in his arms, carrying her towards her private room.

"For now, let us bask in this moment while it lasts and indulge in our darkest desires. I crave to hear your screams and take your breath away as you do mine once more."

"Promise me you will never leave me." She begs.

"I will always be by your side. Even in your dreams and most dreadful nightmares."

The door closes behind them. Taking mystery with them.

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