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This was a story I had started on here long ago and never finished until now. *G Leaves love for Mine and lumbers off.
The Cage
He squatted next to the cage, she was asleep. It wasn't a peaceful sleep though, her tear stained face was contorted and pressed to the cold cement. He had put a blanket and pillow in the cage for her earlier, but they were tossed in the corner as though she was saying, "fuck you, I don't need your pathetic concessions." And even if she woke up cold and stiff in the middle of the night, she couldn't reach them again. He had chained her neck to the center of the cage, she could barely lift her head. He sighed deeply, strain weary on his face and sunk down to sit beside the cage. He felt like a monster, maybe he was one. But things had become so tense, so frail, like their lives were some great woven tapestry and one single frayed thread could be tugged and it could unravel completely, and he swore she kept tugging on that thread. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back against the cage, and wondered if praying would do any good, would anything, or did he need to let her go, did he love her enough to do that or to force her to stay locked in this painful place. His own eyes welled with emotion, threatened to spill, but he wiped the tears violently away.
She was asleep, dreaming. Where was she? Her neck was chained, she could barely lift her head to look around. She heard a small cascade of water, it seemed to be dripping, it was dark, dank, it smelled of earth and suffocation. Was she in some cave? Was she underground? YES, that was it, she was in an underground cave, he had put her there, chained her neck to the ground and left her, just left her. He had promised he would never leave her alone, never. Her chest felt tight, it was cold, so cold, she had never felt so alone, and thirsty, she was thirsty and she heard water, smelled it. It seemed to be dripping down the sides of the rocks, she couldn't reach it, could barely move, her body plastered to the cold hard stones.
He wanted to unlock the cage, reach inside, cover her with the blanket and then hold her until she fell back asleep, to be in there with her, and let her know she was not alone. But he couldn't something in him said she needed this, and he needed to think, she did. What did they have left, if anything. He laid down beside the cage, pressed his cheek to the cold tiles of the bedroom floor, wanted to feel whatever she was feeling, to try and reach his mind out to hers, to suffer through this with her, and God he was suffering.
She hated this, hated being in this place, this underground cave, this lonely place, she hate HIM. She heard a noise and tried to turn her face, there was a large shadow beside her, a monster perhaps. She cowered back as far as she could move, her eyes wide as she stared at this shadowy beast that was engulfed in darkness. It seemed to be sleeping, she could barely make out the rise and fall of its chest, could hear the steady breathing, but every now and then there was a catch to it, an urgency as though it were caught in some nightmare. A part of her wanted to reach out and sooth the beast, to touch it, to stroke it gently and whisper it would be okay, because she was caught in a nightmare too, and they might die here together, but at least they weren't alone...She reached out her hand, struggled to touch the monster, she needed to touch it, she had this strange feeling if she could only touch it, everything would be okay. She crumbled in tears of frustration because she couldn't quite reach him.
He was asleep now, dreaming. Where was she? He had left her chained somewhere, oh God, but where, he had to find her, had to release her, she would die if he couldn't find her. He had no idea where he was, it was so dark here, inky dark, starless, he couldn't see. He was naked, his body pressed to hard stones, God it was cold, so cold. He shivered and tried to press himself up from the stones, he literally had to peel himself from them, it hurt, he ached, he felt like his cock had almost been ripped off as he peeled himself from the cold rocks. There was something here, he couldn't see it, but sensed it, heard its labored breathing, heard sobbing, gasping, a struggle, he had the sense it was dying. He wanted to find it, to reach out to it, find a way to save it. But he had to find her first, he had to find her. The tears that had threatened to spill cascaded down, and felt salty against his lips. He hated that, hated crying, it seemed so weak, he was weak, and he had lost her.
She saw the monster move, rise slowly as though it were having trouble lifting from the floor. It seemed massive, overpowering, but at the same time, it looked so weak, so weak. She wanted to reach out to it, to find a way to save it, it seemed to be dying. Maybe just maybe, she could reach it now. She strained to reach her hand out, just an inch more, oh God give her that inch. She strained harder. She had it, had touched its hand, no, no, it was its face, she was touching its face, it was wet, drips cascading. Oh God that was the water dripping down the stones, the tears of the beast, she tried to smooth them away, her fingers could barely touch them. But he suddenly moved closer and grabbed her hand.
He woke up, she had reached out to him in her sleep, had reached through the bars of the cage, was smoothing away his tears. He groaned and grabbed her hand, she stirred, she woke, her eyes came open. "I love you," he whispered, his voice strained, choked with emotion.
She blinked quickly, tried to adjust her eyes to the small amount of light coming through the bedroom wwindow. It was HIM, God he was the monster that was crying. She choked on sobs when he said he loved her. "I thought you left me," she sobbed.
"Never, never, I would never leave you alone like this."
She stared at him, her cheeks stained with dried tears, fresh ones starting to make new tracks along her cheeks. "I love you too," she whispered back and squeezed his hand.
He opened the cage and gathered her into him, both of their hearts were beating frantically. They were no longer alone, they had each other, they had love, they had the knowledge of what it was like to be apart, and maybe that was a new beginning.
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Marcus what a great story i enjoyed reading it. *hugs*
You must be the change you want to see in the world.-Mahatma Gandhi
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~slowly releases the breath i didn't even know i had held in while reading this incredible story....hazels soft and tender...mind, body, soul, and heart all wrapped up within Your love and Dominance that holds me so tight, so loved.....finally finding my voice, whispering out softly how much i love You, my One - my Master - my Everything~
this story, my Love - made me speechless, it truly did. such raw emotion, incredible connection, and such a deep love - all of which spoke so loudly within this. feeling every bit of hurt, the confusion - but the deep loving embrace, the undeniable love and trust between Ttwo....every word, every emotion written by You, my One - simply beautiful....just incredibly beautiful and felt so deeply.
thank You, my Marcus - i love You so very very much
~smiles tenderly, hazels so full of emotion because of You and for You, trailing a lone fingertip along the beautiful leather that surrounds my throat....just so in awe of You....leaving You all my love, and warm loving kisses~
"Your true character is revealed by the clarity of your convictions, the choices you make, and the promises you keep. Hold strongly to your principles and refuse to follow the currents of convenience. What you say and do defines who you are, and who you are, you are forever."
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