He had his legs open and I stood between them, but there was still some distance between us even though it was a short distance. I met his eyes with a bravery that I did not know I possessed, "have you caved, my Aphrodite?" he asked me with a cockiness only he could make seem attractive and had the buds of my bosoms hardening, "have you come to seek satisfaction from me, your lover?" he asked me as he sat upright and moved his hands off the table before he placed them on my waist and suddenly pulled me into his body. I gasped, my hands placed on his chest to catch my balance. He tightened his thighs, keeping me locked in place as his cold fingers began to dance on the exposed skin of my stomach, "because I would be more than happy to please you," his green eyes began to change colour as his voice dropped an octave. He leaned down, his face merely centimetres from mine. His pointy nose was pressed against my small, broad, button nose, "

The sun had just set and I was standing on my balcony, looking out into the gardens and at the star covered sky. The moon was half full and I enjoyed the light that it provided as I watched the little flecks of orange fire light in the distance. Master Abigor's home sat at the very top of a mountain and we were surrounded by a thick forest, with big, beautiful, lush trees. Yet during the night the forest took on such a dark aura, it looked terrifying, so I always tried my best to stay inside whenever the sun set. I have come to the realization that Master Abigor disappears during the day, doing what? I myself wonder because am I not his most important task? As a woman that he is courting, I would presume that he would be available to me for 24 hours. I lightly scoff at my thoughts, such possessiveness and demand and we have yet to marry. I wanted to be the one who told him that I accepted his courtship and would gl

It was strange getting a request from Master Abigor to accompany him on a walk through the gardens. I, of course, obliged and simply covered myself in a fur robe that kept me warm against the harsh winds. He had yet to say a word since we stepped out of the mansions walls and walked along the pathway through the gardens, being met with various smells of his various flowers. I drifted off in my thoughts, wondering where our wedding venue would be. I partially wanted it to be in the gardens, among the most rare of flowers. "My Aphrodite," Abigor broke the silence and I turned my head in his direction, looking up to meet his eyes, "what if I were to tell you that I hold all the answers?" "All the answers to which questions, Master Abigor?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows in suspicion as I wondered what could be bothering him so much. "The answers to immortality." "Immortali

Whenever my mind felt clouded with thoughts, doubts and fears, I expressed my emotions and released my frustrations through music and dance. That is why I loved what I did for a living. It was only a bonus that such that brought me relief, brought large fortune for my master. I sat in the music room that Master Abigor had designed for me that had the best of instruments created specifically for me. Today, I sat with a cello between my legs and resting the top piece in between my neck and shoulder as I diligently pulled at the strings. I had one of the only 5 cellos made in our time by an artist in Italy. My eyes were closed as I created a tune with each string pulled. I could feel my worries and concerns slip away with each high string pulled as I continued playing as though I had an entire audience watching me. My face pulled with each string and my ears were pleased with what they heard as I

I laid in the warm water that was slowly becoming cold, lost in my thoughts and doubts. Master Abigor was a dark, arcane and mysterious man who no doubt certainly had to have secrets. I felt every time he said words to me, they held a secret meaning that I were supposed to pick up on. But what could the secret possibly be? It was eating me alive because I knew that there was something he wanted me to find out or know about, but what could it be? Why should he be so secretive about it? Can he simply not tell me what it is that he needs me to know? I realize that he possibly loves to watch me struggle. I see the amused gleam in his eyes whenever he utters his alluding words. Master Abigor drives me to insanity, from his dark words with an underlying meaning to his touches and kisses.  I can still feel h