[ At first, the closing of the door was nothing. Just privacy. Tucking their intimacy safely away. Once he's tugged her closer, wrapped her up securely in his arms, she feels at peace again. She's getting used to feeling the tendrils of their connection now, and she shuts her eyes, ready to relax against him and move past this whole thing.
Then he speaks, and suddenly the closed door is the exit to a locked cage.
Her body stiffens under his suddenly python-like grasp. Consequences? Discipline? These don't sound like the sweet whispers of a lover. They're the mutterings of a displeased god. Terror-filled eyes stare up at him after the poison-dipped kiss to her forehead. ]
Darling. You... [ Her head shakes. ] Not now. We can talk more. I want--
[ What she wants doesn't matter. The poison seeps in more and more, squeezing the sound from her throat. It's in this moment that she realizes their connection wasn't just some sweet, romantic link--a gift-giver, a blessing. It was also capable of taking. Cursing.
Vengeance.
She struggles against him, fiercely at first, but she's quickly overtaken, her terrified whimpers fading against his warm, deceptively-inviting lips. Even if there's an undercurrent of pleasure, the pain is at the forefront. There's none of the sensual duality she's used to. It's pure horror, pure fear.
Yes. Yes, now she knows--her actions can have consequences, and it was only a matter of time before such an analytical, all-seeing, all-knowing mind would mete out a punishment for her crimes.
His final words are the sounds of dirt thudding onto her coffin as she scratched wildly at the walls of the plush prison, fighting for release. She tries to say one more thing, give one more plea, but as tears roll down her cheeks, she falls away from the world, limp in his arms. At rest. ]
[ He catches her as she loses consciousness -- her strength now coursing through his veins, a temporary fix. Like he once had carried her toward the fire pit in his mind, he hoists her into his arms and brings her to the bed, laying her gently on the mattress. There she resides, a glorious sleeping beauty.
He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
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Then he speaks, and suddenly the closed door is the exit to a locked cage.
Her body stiffens under his suddenly python-like grasp. Consequences? Discipline? These don't sound like the sweet whispers of a lover. They're the mutterings of a displeased god. Terror-filled eyes stare up at him after the poison-dipped kiss to her forehead. ]
Darling. You... [ Her head shakes. ] Not now. We can talk more. I want--
[ What she wants doesn't matter. The poison seeps in more and more, squeezing the sound from her throat. It's in this moment that she realizes their connection wasn't just some sweet, romantic link--a gift-giver, a blessing. It was also capable of taking. Cursing.
Vengeance.
She struggles against him, fiercely at first, but she's quickly overtaken, her terrified whimpers fading against his warm, deceptively-inviting lips. Even if there's an undercurrent of pleasure, the pain is at the forefront. There's none of the sensual duality she's used to. It's pure horror, pure fear.
Yes. Yes, now she knows--her actions can have consequences, and it was only a matter of time before such an analytical, all-seeing, all-knowing mind would mete out a punishment for her crimes.
His final words are the sounds of dirt thudding onto her coffin as she scratched wildly at the walls of the plush prison, fighting for release. She tries to say one more thing, give one more plea, but as tears roll down her cheeks, she falls away from the world, limp in his arms. At rest. ]
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He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
I forgive you ♥ ]