Lust

A Chapter by KnightofCups

exploitation for desire

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather,Whiplash girlchild in the dark ,Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him,Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.

The music of Lew Reed plays in the background as he navigates his car out of his street on to the main drag .This is the seeder side of town. Known well for its crack peddlers , and w****s that blatently hawk their wares on every corner and side street in the neighborhood.

After an extremly frustrating day at work , tonight he looks for something special. Something dark, and submissive.Someone who would be willing to accecpt any price for the sake of a couple hits off the stem. Someone to release his pent up angers on ,sating his sado-sexual appites.

He cruises north twords downtown, under the viaduct , and into the area of seventh street. Past the shops of used appiances, storefront churches ,and boarded up buildings. Many of the working girls here are showing the wear of their lifestyles. Hollow eyed , and undernurished they walk the swayback style of a girl out to long. though a few catch his eye , none will do , for tonight he's in need of something extraordinary.

Downy sins of streetlight fancies, Chase the costumes she shall wear, Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

Cutting left on to sixth he circles the block .Coming into view , walking slowly across a fast food parking lot , he finds the object of his avaricious. A woman , no, but a girl , young and attractive . fresh, looking new to the streets. could be someone new to the city, down on her luck, or maybe turned out by her boyfriend to make money for his possee. She commands an uncommon beauty, waist length raven black hair, her face free from evil or corruption, her body perfect in perportion . This is the one , she shall feel his libidinous, unrestrained anger tonigh. He pulls to the curb as she steps onto the sidewalk, motions her to the side of his car, and begins the inconsequential talk that leads to their illicit covenant .

I am tired, I am weary, I could sleep for a thousand years, A thousand dreams that would awake me,
Different colors made of tears

Agreeing on a fare for her service, she gets into the car as they head back twords his house. In her mind is the thought of another easy trick, little does she know this night will be the one that damns her from innocent to jaded, forever deviating her views of humanity. In his mind is the anticipation of sweet brutalization.

Severin, severin, speak so slightly, Severin, down on your bended knee, Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me.

They stop along the way at a liquor store and get a bottle of whiskey , whall hes inside,she finds a dealer and procures a rock to feed her needs ,a new found addiction that has become her only reason to live. Meeting back at the car they continue to his home , and go in. The shades are drawn making the room dark, all images shadowy and indistinct. She melts a piece of the rock , taking a long pull on the stem , the immoral potion giving her an aphrodisiac rush. Afterwich she drops to the bed as he makes an assertive pull at her clothing. She smiles luringly , thinking she can control the situation , never once believing that she will be left battered and bloodly, scared for life, back where he found her.

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather, Whiplash girlchild in the dark, Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.

Her nerves wracked, body shaking, she raises up out of his bed to dress.He hands her a large glass of the whisky , and tells her to drink all of it down. The amber liquid burns in her stomach , but soon the warmth spreads throughout her body, lessening the pains hes inflicted .As she gets out of his car , back to where he found her, a new sensation has engulfed her . Somewhere between the pleasure and pain shes discovered a comfort she must revisit soon.

I may be blown about to and fro by the violent storm, without hope of rest, as in Dantes second level of hell , but for now, tonight, ill have my due.She will pay dearly , as i leave my mark upon her. Never to be extinguished in her body or soul.

The fallen one looks down from his dark doman, savoring the taste of this ill comitted soul, knowing in his heart she will be the first to be punished. There is room for all mankind here, and as i need not lift a finger, they will do it to themselves.

Medieval theologian Thomas Aquinas said of Lust:

...wherever there occurs a special kind of deformity whereby the venereal act is rendered unbecoming, there is a determinate species of lust. This may occur in two ways: First, through being contrary to right reason, and this is common to all lustful vices; secondly, because, in addition, it is contrary to the natural order of the venereal act as becoming to the human race: and this is called "the unnatural vice." This may happen in several ways. First, by procuring pollution, without any copulation, for the sake of venereal pleasure: this pertains to the sin of "uncleanness" which some call "effeminacy." Secondly, by copulation with a thing of undue species, and this is called "bestiality." Thirdly, by copulation with an undue sex, male with male, or female with female, as the Apostle states (Rm. 1:27): and this is called the "vice of sodomy." Fourthly, by not observing the natural manner of copulation, either as to undue means, or as to other monstrous and bestial manners of copulation.

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