(Flash Fiction) One: Lust

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There are rules to this game.  They are ancient.  There is no sign of the matriarchal lines here. The rules work for men only.  As it has been for centuries.

This is the way they trap you.  This is the way they trap them. All the dirty little secrets.  Lust alone levels the world, and brings us all to the basic, the primal.  Here this is an art form.  Here this is fun.

Here this is deadly serious.

Once you are in you cannot escape.  Abandon all hope, as they say.  Was Hotel California your favourite song?  If so, you belong.

They’ll give you masks, if you like, so it’s anonymous.  Whether you are the predator or the object, it’s all the same. Though if you are prey you may not escape with your life.  There is always a price to pay, and it might be you.

Still, surrender is all.  You are the artist or the instrument.  They are the composers, and this is a symphony of pain as much as delight.

Welcome to the nightmare. Prepare for all your sordid dreams to come true.

(c) Helen M Valentina 2016

 

 

 

 

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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