An Original Poem, By: Me

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He stands before her
His face, expressionless
His dark eyes, cold and hard
She can feel his gaze, raking over her delicate body
She is afraid
Afraid of the power, within him
She feels it coiling around her
Her mind begs her to flee from him
Her soul urges her to surrender to his will
Her body trembles
She dare not look up
His voice is little more than a whisper, when he speaks
“ Down.”
She doesn’t hear the command
Again, he speaks
His voice, like angry thunder in the still room
“ On your KNEES!”
She drops to the floor, as if struck.
Her body shaking uncontrollably
She has displeased him
Her heart threatens to shatter
Shameful tears burn the corners of her eyes
She silently awaits her punishment
Long moments pass
Her breathing calms
Confusion
Why was she not punished?
Why was she not beaten or chained?
Her former master would have left her bloody for such disobedience
Slowly a new fear creeps into her mind
A terror, which is almost more than she can bear
She is being turned away!
Like a lost child, she weeps
Sobs wrack her body
Soft footsteps approaching…
Fear dances behind her eyes, like cold fire, as she looks up
They stand before her, naked and beautiful
She cowers before them
They have come to cast her out
Their eyes are filled with warmth and compassion, as they offer her their hands
Her body jerks away from them
Soft, warm voices, speaking soothing and gentle words
Fear gives way to mind-numbing sadness
Her movements are sluggish, as she takes their hands
Slowly, they pull her to her feet
As she stands before them, she notices the matching collars upon their necks
Tears threaten her eyes again
She once wore a collar
She once belonged
She once knew the warmth of a family
Now, she was being discarded again
Slowly, they turn
Each, slipping a warm, soft hand into hers
They are walking now
Leading her down a dimly lit hallway
She does not remember coming this way
Further shame
She is being shown to a rear exit
They do not wish her to be seen leaving their home
She drops her head in defeat, no longer aware of her surroundings
They have stopped
Seconds pass in deadly quiet
Slowly her eyes come up
He is there
His back to her
His voice is strong and deep
“Turn around.”
Without thought she turns
Her shoulders slumped and trembling
She feels him move closer
His presence is a tangible thing
A thrill runs through her, as his fingers close on her hair
Gently he pulls, tilting her head back
His hand is gone now
Something soft and warm is against her throat
The smell of leather
The tinkling of steel links
Her breath catches in her chest
She dare not raise her hand, to touch it
Soft lips graze her cheeks
Smiling voices whisper in her ears
“ Welcome home, little sister”
Her heart sings with purest joy as she turns
His smile is the most beautiful sight
She drops to her knees before him
Clinging to his legs
Joyful tears pour from her eyes
She is home


Copyright JD "wolf" Sims 2000