Inell's Fanfiction Archive

Time means nothing anymore. Not here in this cold and dark cell where the nights and days pass without change. Candlelight is enough to cause blinking and confusion. It's been dark for so long. Footsteps on damp stone, soft glow from a wand, candles brought to life with a whispered word. Cringing and hiding in the corner. No, not again. Light is bad. Dark means escape, empty mind and no touch. Eyes closed tight. Ignore it and it might go away. Gentle hands on cheeks, jaw, throat. Whimpering and shuddering. No. Don't want this. Want darkness. Don't make me open my eyes. Robes removed and water cleaning away days of filth and grime. So soft and tender. Relaxing. Eyes still shut. Lips around a cock. Sucking and licking. Body reacting. Sweat and sex. Warm and wet, tight, so tight. Words in ears, whispers and promises. A low growl, a soft moan, and then eyes fly open. Watch her move, breasts full and bouncing, body curvy and slender, hair a mess of curls. The light behind her makes her an angel. His angel. And as he comes, he sees stars and tastes fire. Then she asks him the same question and he hesitates, wanting to say yes, to follow her into the light. Instead, he feels a burning on his arm and memories of blood and death and he closes his mouth. She sighs and cleans herself before leaving his cell. And he welcomes the familiar darkness because she, the light, it scares him.