The DM13 Journal
She asked me if she could watch me orgasm, and I agreed.
As my cock reached its peak and spasmed, I could see her glare transfixed and eager for its reward.
She studied every spurt and testicular twitch, and later smiled as I lay there, looking back at her.
The first night it happened, I have to admit, I was startled. When I approached my bedroom window and saw her looking in, I immediately recognized her–the teenaged neighbor girl that would walk by my house everyday after school.
She had her left nimble hand between her unripened thighs, and was wearing a lascivious look on her shadowy face. We held eachother's gaze for a moment, and I suddenly understood the arrangement.
Thereafter, she usually came around the same time upon finishing her math homework, and after her parents were sound asleep. I wasn't the exhibitionist type, but I empathized with her deviant desire to watch, so I let it happen.
Those were many years ago, and I think about her from time to time, and I wonder about the kind of woman she's blossomed into. I have to say, I miss those vigilant nights.
Her indwelling presence was a sinister fume that stroked the inside of My pulmonary alveoli with a serrated indifference.
Except, there was no exchange of gases filling My bloodstream–no circulation of vitality, but rather, a diffusion of unashamed contempt pervaded My every breath.
She enjoyed being inhaled, and I needed to expel her from My waking life.
Escape is no longer a viable option.
You will submit your body and will over to Me, and you will accept that which is no longer yours: your sovereignty of Selfhood.
I am feudal lord of your flesh now, and you will bestow Me with its intricacies and delights. All HAIL, The DragnMastr!
You ask me in what way am I sinister?
Let me ask YOU, "In what way is desire like an incubus who comes during the night to pry your mouth open and slide its ectoplasmic fingers inside?"
I can show you.
An assertion was made during breakfast regarding your devotion to veganism while I was eating my ham and eggs–I couldn't help but to laugh in your hypocritical face.
How can you claim this when you've yet to deny MY meat?
Savor me.
Swallow me.
Digest me.
Let the salcacious juices trickle down your greasy little mouth you carnivore!
Vegan. HA! Yeah right.
I've never particularly enjoyed saying "thank you" to anyone. "Fuck you" on the other hand...
Perhaps He would keep the details of her lustful transgressions forever undisturbed in the catacombs of their carnal knowledge, she hoped.
Surely He wouldn't resurrect the embodiment of her sin for her newly-wed husband to behold. Would He?
The vindictive smirk on His face answered her question.
The DragnMaster rights all wrongs. Let it be known.
“Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
Clouds darken the sky
The stars rain down
The constellations stagger
The bones of the hell hounds tremble
The porters are silent
When they see this king
Dawning as a soul
Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
Men fall
Their name is not
Seize thou this king by his arm
Take this king to the sky
That he not die on earth
Among men
Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
He flies who flies
This king flies away from you
Ye mortals
He is not of the earth
He is of the sky
He flaps his wings like a zeret bird
He goes to the sky
He goes to the sky
On the wind
On the wind”
