MaximI knew love. Then evil took it away. I've since learned to live without it, without feeling - until I saw her from across a crowded restaurant in New York City. She was beautiful and regal and the monster in me wanted to claim her - make her mine. I walked away because she looked like the kind of girl who deserved the fairytale and I've long chosen the nightmare, the silence - it was my familiar. But just like in New York, I watched her glide across a restaurant in Greece - confident and untamed.
I saw past the elegance to the woman who had deep dark secrets - a woman who might just be the one who can understand the monsters I live with. And every fiber of my wretched being yearned to show her the beautiful side of sin. DahliaI'm on vacation in Greece, skimpily dressed and annoyed after my run in with an angry drunk tourist on the dance floor. He appeared out of nowhere to the rescue, looking like Thor, wrapped in sin and silence.
He was not on the vacation itinerary. But there I stood, gazing into the icy blue eyes of the man who had been haunting my dreams since I got a glimpse of him sitting at the bar in New York. He stared at me like he knew my darkest secrets - recognized the imprint left behind by evil. Logic told me to run, but another part of me longed to have him whisper sinful things in my ears. But was I ready for his brand of darkness? Warning:This story contains elements of violence and abuse that might be triggers for some readers.
MaximI knew love. Then evil took it away. I've since learned to live without it, without feeling - until I saw her from across a crowded restaurant in New York City. She was beautiful and regal and the monster in me wanted to claim her - make her mine. I walked away because she looked like the kind of girl who deserved the fairytale and I've long chosen the nightmare, the silence - it was my familiar. But just like in New York, I watched her glide across a restaurant in Greece - confident and untamed.
I saw past the elegance to the woman who had deep dark secrets - a woman who might just be the one who can understand the monsters I live with. And every fiber of my wretched being yearned to show her the beautiful side of sin. DahliaI'm on vacation in Greece, skimpily dressed and annoyed after my run in with an angry drunk tourist on the dance floor. He appeared out of nowhere to the rescue, looking like Thor, wrapped in sin and silence.
He was not on the vacation itinerary. But there I stood, gazing into the icy blue eyes of the man who had been haunting my dreams since I got a glimpse of him sitting at the bar in New York. He stared at me like he knew my darkest secrets - recognized the imprint left behind by evil. Logic told me to run, but another part of me longed to have him whisper sinful things in my ears. But was I ready for his brand of darkness? Warning:This story contains elements of violence and abuse that might be triggers for some readers.
