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Calisto: The Prisoned Angel - Part 2

Contributed by Crimson_Rose on Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 09:10:14 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



It was Aristo,
The overly pompous prison guard
Though I don’t want to admit it,
Aristo is a handsome man,
With suave features, but a stern manner

He takes a sickening pleasure in whipping me
Even when my back is to him,
I can feel his fiendish smile searing into me
Aristo takes his time in choosing a perfect object to beat me with
Undoubtedly, I do hate him, but I shan’t be ill willed to him

Time to play Calisto…he said with a touch of desire in his voice
Perfect, he had chosen his new, hard leather whip,
He had most likely bought it in the markets
I got this especially for you, Calisto,
His eccentric laugh ringed in my ears, deafening every other sound

When it was finally done,
The precious skin on my back was peeled & bleeding
Light, sterling tears were streaming down my colorless face
He thoroughly enjoyed my pain,
Aristo took great pride inflicting harm on me

I see he looks forward to me giving him a bath
Well, he pretends to be tired at the end of the uneventful day
How I hated this task,
He would always take advantage of me,
Only because he knew daily lashes weakened me

This was the part of day I dreaded the most
After his supposed hard of work,
Aristo would summon me from my cell
I traveled up the spiral staircase
To the highest room of the east tower

Rays of gray-silver light was the only source of illumination
The scolding hot water was brought from the castle springs
What pleased me was that he wasn’t ready yet,
So I had little time to quickly scrub myself
I drained the cloth, and then had had come

At least he was noble enough to remove his own clothing
Slowly, stark naked, he stepped into the tub
I kneeled down next to the marble bath
My sheepish hand grabbed the cloth,
And so I dipped it in the hot water

Aristo always babbled on about his day,
As my hand scrubbed his chiseled chest
He closed his eyes for a brief moment,
For what I assume he was taking in my touch
Calisto, he slightly whimpered

What happened next I tell you?
Might be a bit hard to take
Since, not even I agreed to it,
It just happened,
And no one ever found out

I ignored all the confession that were spilling out of him,
They were making me feel disgusted
It seems that the more, well, dastard side of me took over,
Successfully, I managed to keep him in the bath long enough,
To make my plan work

The soap was still clinging to his hair,
Until at last, I though it was time he washed it out
That smiled, that one mischievous smile had crept onto my lips
You need to rinse now Aristo, I slyly whispered
But, let me help you with that

My hand reached for the top of his and shoved it underwater
Aristo’s arms flailed & flew around in a fast panic
I held his head under there, for a respectable time,
Before I noticed he stopped moving
He was surely dead, and believe it or not, I had done it

I stood up, & looked at his paling form under the soapy water
His lips were beginning to turn a nice shade of light blue
Seeing his dead…now I say,
Revenge can come in deadly ways




Copyright © Crimson_Rose ... [ 2005-02-22 21:10:14]
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Re: Calisto: The Prisoned Angel - Part 2 (User Rating: 1 )
by high_on_duct_tape on Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 09:14:07 PM AEST
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Very interesting! much better than part 1


Re: Calisto: The Prisoned Angel - Part 2 (User Rating: 1 )
by Unspoken_Love on Thursday, 23rd June 2005 @ 08:48:27 PM AEST
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wow! i agree.. this is better than part 1. i love it! i usually don't like this fantasy type writing but this was great!


Re: Calisto: The Prisoned Angel - Part 2 (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Saturday, 17th March 2007 @ 04:05:30 AM AEST
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This was an interesting piece...I think we have all fantasized drowning the beasts in our lives...




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