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If anyone would have guessed the wild images floating through her mind as she strode swiftly through the dimly lit lobby the air of mystery that so securely shrouded her presence would have dissolved and made her seem almost human. Flashes of his chocolate skin, his lips parted in a passion so heated that it seemed impossible, her legs wrapped so snuggly around his hips... She couldnt seem to escape the endless torture of his memory, but no one could see her frustration as her perfectly manicured hands gracefully opened the doors of her private elevator. No one knew that within the brittle shell of that cold, cold woman resided a soul burning with a weakness only love can kindle.

As the car slid silently up on its journey from floor one to the penthouse she cursed herself for being captive to this man who may not even remember her touch and the bitter anger that seemed to accompany her on most days burned brightly within her green eyes.

Deena and Marcel were both waiting for her as the doors opened into her sanctuary. Their honey colored skin gleamed in the softly lit foyer, and their hands rested palms up, in supplication, on their well oiled thighs as their gazes lovingly rested on Fionas beautiful toes. Up, was all she said as she brushed past the matched pair of slaves she kept for her amusement. They rose and followed her closely into the depths of Fionas abode, the tiny tinkle of invisible bells sounded with each step they took and their music brought a smile to Fionas lips as she remembered where the sound came from.

I presume my bath is prepared, Fiona gently stated as she began to unbutton the tiny rows of buttons on her long sleeved dress. yes Mistress, was the soft reply of both servants as they rushed to help their mistress undress. Marcel pulled the soft black jersey off of Fionas shoulders as Deena unsnapped the lacy fastenings of Fionas brassiere. As the dark cloth floated away from Fionas immobile form it revealed a landscape of creamy flesh that darkened the eyes of Deena and Marcel with a passion that never seemed to be extinguished, and they lovingly finished the undressing of their mistress as she occupied herself with silent thoughts.

The scent of Tuberose and sandalwood wafted through the air as Fiona ascended the steps into her bath. The water embraced her with a softness borne of scented oils and flower petals as it rose to hide her most intimate parts. As she settled into the water she closed her eyes once more and images of Him again invaded her mind, but this time she was happy to greet him.

Through endless corridors I ran,

Like a demon without hope.

Never eluding the eyes that accused me at every turn.

I saw the heartbreak of every love I turned away.

The regret of every kiss I would soon forget.

The sudden bitterness that would glaze over

Once soft and carefree eyes.

And I wept like a summer storm

Fueled on by my guilty conscience.

I wept for the sweetness that Id so carelessly left behind.

For the beauty I never saw.

And for the promises that I so callously disregarded.

And I screamed at the cruelty of a God

Who would bestow me with such outward loveliness

But neglect to provide me with a heart.

With a God who would give me charm and playfulness

To disguise my icy soul.

So I ran through endless corridors,

Never escaping the banshee wails of the past.

I ran tearing at my hair

To contain myself from blasphemy.

I ran.

Kill me

As I live

Help me

Purify my body

With the warm life

Of my blood

Help me

Find direction

I am so lost

Ive fallen once more.