The Sin 'Zine-#5-Wrath - Middlespace

You Made Me Love You
By Lea Meadows
D
ante said that wrath brings about “love of justice perverted to revenge and
spite.” I thought of wrath in a different way. Pleasure. Pain. Agony. Ecstasy. How
one chooses to use the burning rage building inside is a personal choice. I
chose to use wrath to make you love me.
It’s why I keep you here, tied down, arms and legs bound so that the pain is a dull
ache that gets worse when you struggle. Kind of how you left me. Those nights when
the throbbing between my legs and the humiliation drove me to press the pillow to my
mouth and scream. I haven’t forgotten. That’s why I’ve stuffed my filthy panties in your
mouth. So that you’d know what that felt like. So that the salty taste of my underwear
would remind you of my tears.
It makes me so hot to see you that way. Gagged and bound. Tied down in the dark,
knowing that I’m near. Like when I’d see you talking to Janice from Accounting and
I’d imagine your gaze traveling to where I was. I suffocated every time, remembering
your whispered vows of love and
forever as if you really felt those
"Love of justice
perverted to
revenge and
spite"
-­‐ Dante
things like I did. As if you’d really
uttered those words. I think about
that every time I whisper in your ear
as I drag the dull edge of the blade
across your back. To mark you as
mine would be so easy.
My mind always travels to the nights
when you’d master me. I had no
idea that I’d become your slut. At
least that’s what I’d imagined you
call me. I actually felt your hands on
my throat as you pushed inside me.
You were never gentle and I didn’t
want you to be. But we’d never actually spoken or seen each other outside of work.
You just ruled me with your intense black eyes and the thought of that would make
come over and over in never ending waves.
It’s why I keep you here. Tied down among labeled boxes and old Christmas
ornaments. This is the only place I could think of that would mask your screams of
atonement. Your penance for making me yours and then leaving me to rot in my own
sadness and anger. I have chosen to use wrath to make you love me. You will love
me. You will. You will.
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