This is a disturbing story based on mlmm photo challenge 147 and words from Sunday Whirl 281 and mlmm’s Wordle 137. It is sexual and perverted at it’s core and is a very dark, off-kilter tale. I’m writing from my dark side, so read at your own risk. These stories come unbidden from places I don’t like to visit much. Just another phase in the bipolarsphere I hope.
Sunday whirl words in italics; mlmm words in bold.
Captive
Her prarapraxis, her feeble attempts at platitudes, enrages him. He climbs on the bed, positioning his lean body against her back, and shoves her forearms, palms up in supplitude, hard onto the rails of the bed.
He smells of nicotine and lust making her feel queasy. She offers meager resistance as he drives his thumbs deep into her flesh. “The truth,” he spits into her neck, “your preening siren call goes beyond this room. You cheat on me. Men leap upon you, ravishing you all day when I am not here. You spread your legs wide for them.”
He grabs her head and making her nod yes. To learn the name of her scapegraces, he withholds the drug infusions til her veins crawl with mealy bugs. The drugs of oblivion. The drugs of heightened desire.
Sobbing, she turns in a friend, an acquaintance, the letter carrier, the store manager, the desk clerk, the office mate from her life before him and this room.
“Do not try to flee,” he would whisper, one more nuzzle of her neck, one more hand down the ripped front of her dress. “There is not a single person, not one, I’ve seen to that, to stop me from hurting you bad, I mean bad. Remember when you tried before.” She remembered what he had unleashed upon her body, what he had enacted upon her soul.
Triumphant, he will seal her in the room again. First promising sweet things when he returned – the drugs, days of pleasure not pain, a new dress to replace the one covered in his gelatinous seed, flowers, chocolates “The little things lovers do for their special one,” he cooed, stroking her hair.
She falls back on the bed, sheets smelling of his sex, her body screaming for his drugs. Drugs, no matter how she fought, that made her body scream for him.
He turns at the door, “You reap what you sow, he says, “and you were sown a bad seed. I keep you safe from the world, and the world, whore, safe from you.”
Each time, any spark of hope, of escape fades. Has a quarter of her life already gone by? She could only writhe in withdrawal and wonder.
© Lorraine
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
July 27, 2021 at 5:41 am
I didn’t answer your story before for a number of reasons but as I read another it popped up again.
Our dark side is here for a reason; if for nothing else than offer balance to the light one. We are both and trying to deny either side tends to cause pain on a level difficult to encompass I think. Embracing the dark side and its need to express itself is healthy I think.
To be entirely honest with you, the photo also evoked something dark and sexual for me. I didn’t have the time to write when it came up but I would have gone someplace similar to yours I think.
The story’s compelling and dark and some lives are also like that aren’t they?
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July 29, 2021 at 3:35 am
I agree — we seek to balance the light and dark side in many ways; telling stories is one of them.
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July 29, 2021 at 3:37 am
most definitely
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January 13, 2017 at 5:22 am
Very powerful and all too realistic. I sometimes wonder how many people live such awful truths.
Your writing has a lot of impact. I hope you will never compromise that power in order to appease anyone, be it an editor or potential audience.
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January 13, 2017 at 1:39 pm
Thank you. When I write dark, I know that some folks, used to a different style, pattern, might find it jarring. I’d rather, right now, warn, than edit. Though the really dark, really sensual pieces don’t get posted (I used to have a “secret” spot to post these — needed to make it more secret to feel comfortable just yet.
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January 12, 2017 at 2:19 pm
So I have gathered up the pieces here. Do I dare share them with the world as another collaborative effort?
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January 12, 2017 at 3:32 pm
By all means, please do — and if you have a nature photograph that would highlight it, but all means — include. Have we invented a new form of poetry or did it exist?
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January 12, 2017 at 3:37 pm
We will claim it as our own! The blog police find us if we stole it from someone else. I have just the image… I don’t know where yet 😉
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January 13, 2017 at 1:31 pm
I love the way you have done this — and it took a while, but I found your 21 project. Makes me want to turn 25 words or less into a separate blog. I don’t think I could shave that 4 on a regular basis, lol.
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January 13, 2017 at 1:43 pm
The idea was it would be tough to do daily. I was comfortable with 25 words. So I went for enough to do a tanka or other forms. The thought of one word sentences was the key. I’ll have to do your 25 word thing.
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January 12, 2017 at 1:00 pm
Embroidered with fulfillment
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January 12, 2017 at 12:16 pm
Dreams of awakening
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January 12, 2017 at 12:19 pm
body next to body
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January 12, 2017 at 12:27 pm
Making tapestries of desire
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January 12, 2017 at 12:42 pm
tracing contours; tracing touch
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January 11, 2017 at 3:55 pm
Your darkness is equally disturbing and inviting. You can’t help but feel for her but wonder how she ended up at this rabbit hole.
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January 11, 2017 at 4:25 pm
I don’t know how or who — just that she is captive to the whims of her captor. Maybe for a 1/4 of her life which suggests who the captor might be.
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January 11, 2017 at 4:28 pm
I was imagining it more pimp/ prostitute or kidnapping victim.
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January 11, 2017 at 4:38 pm
Could be — she came to me from the photograph — it’s a matter of interpretation I guess.
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January 11, 2017 at 4:47 pm
The characters tend to whisper their secrets as you write them.
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January 11, 2017 at 11:48 pm
Sometimes before.
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January 12, 2017 at 8:52 am
Their voices buried in wind chimes
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January 12, 2017 at 10:02 am
echoed in the dark
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January 12, 2017 at 10:57 am
Gently touching unattended ears
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January 12, 2017 at 11:00 am
caressing imaginations
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January 12, 2017 at 11:06 am
Suffocating in exuberance
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January 12, 2017 at 11:36 am
starving in medocrity
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January 12, 2017 at 11:46 am
Beneath blind horizons
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January 12, 2017 at 12:13 pm
on winter solstice nights
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January 10, 2017 at 4:53 pm
Calming — that is an interesting way to look at writing from the dark side. Mine comes from somewhere I don’t visit and know that well. Maybe I do need to think of it as calming rather than distributing.
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January 10, 2017 at 12:15 pm
This may be a darker escape or escapade into a space|place of your mind where you do not like to dwell, but sometimes, it’s just what truly needs to be let out.
I think the problem lies in our understanding and wondering, where the hell does this come from? and how will this be received? what will people think?
And honestly, that’s the “troublesome” aspect.
Words on a screen. Words weaved, Words strung.
Unless they are noted as being BoTs or “personal” then they are nothing more than stories. Do they mean anything more or less? Does it matter?
I don’t think so.
I think they just need to be aired.
Now, this is a great combination of prompts, each working with the other to create a darker story, one that unfortunately happens to many, and no, it’s not pretty, but not every moment in a life has a “happy” ending ….. so if you write about a sliver of time, then it’s just that – a sliver – and as someone already noted, it’s a release, for you, as the creator, for whatever reason. No one can guess at the “whys” in your head – so maybe you should stop worrying about it so much.
Well written and filled with the sense of angst and pain.
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January 10, 2017 at 4:50 pm
I’m never sure where this sort of dark writing comes from — it’s not depression writing — those stories have a dark dull finish with little hope and an air of sadness.
This goes deeper — I almost didn’t post it as it is unpleasant, violent, and carries elements of sexual captivity that is the stuff of my nightmares. Not that I dream this, I would fear this.
I did worry what people would think — I suspect the lack of comments and likes is the rejection of this type of work in this milieu. That I understand.
I don’t mind pushing the edges, writing darkly, but I wonder if I went too far clicking publish.
I found the picture distributing and spoke to me of sexual power against the woman in the picture’s will. The dark side filled in the rest. Not the stuff I’d read without cringing.
Maybe I have to write this out — but elsewhere. Maybe it’s time to start a darkside blog to hang these stories on the wall.
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January 10, 2017 at 5:01 pm
Well, you know, I’m not sure exactly what to say to this – let’s see – as for reception? Well honestly, it all depends on how many tags you use and which ones in particular. Granted, not everyone wants to read stuff like this, although honestly, I’ve read far more graphic sexual content here on WP with much more descriptive qualities – in comparison, and this isn’t a bad thing, when you right these little darker stories, they are hardly scratching the surface of being “upsetting” in terms of setting detailed scenes. And this is okay – because for some, just as they are, they might be triggers.
As for responses – well it depends on how one approaches a post and reads it. I can read in many ways and levels – but not everyone can or wants to.
I don’t think you went to far with this. Not at all.
It’s okay to write to one’s fears – to let the mind start to unravel issues and circumstances that you, and most people – women, would find horrible.
And yup, the image, carefully controlled and set up, reads itself and plays into these types of scenarios and scenes ….. the last time one of her images was posted, I spent a considerable amount of time looking into her body of work – and having studied photography etc. etc. I can understand so much of the techniques and creative process ….. so it’s really purposeful – on the artist’s part to create these types of images that will create a very visceral reaction that is particularly directed along certain paths. That’s part of her process.
As for figuring out what to do with the stories that maybe you need to let air – whether they are just a few lines of short bursts that don’t necessarily make alot of sense? only you’ll know what maybe might work for you.
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January 10, 2017 at 7:44 am
quite intense, I like it :)
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January 10, 2017 at 4:51 pm
Thank you — I wasn’t sure I should publish this.
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January 10, 2017 at 1:01 am
WOW! your dark side sure can write. I like the way you used the words, mine is a poem about a lady who is also stuck somewhere, it is not as intense as this but same theme I guess. When you feel the need to visit that dark place, just write, I hope it calms you down. It is sure calming to me :-)
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