Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 Oh but of course the devil on her shoulder would have plenty to say about urges, his mind already skipping towards the subject that she had worked so hard to keep her mind off of. Of course he would know all about urges and how they effected a person, he was the king of causing urges in her and he was becoming even more so aware of it as the minutes were passing, because even though she truly was trying, she was failing horribly at hiding the fact that she was shaken by him, deeper than she had ever been before. But even with his comment she still couldnt bring herself to make eye contact with him, choosing instead to look at everything but him. She examined the jacket, noticing the way that it pulled against him. The orderlies had pulled it far too tight and she could easily see that it was most likely causing physical discomfort for him, as it would anyone with nerve endings. It wasnt until she had made that observation that she realized her avoidance of looking him in the eye was every bit as guilty as admitting that she was shaken by him. Harley steeled herself and finally met his gaze, only to find that his eyes were not merely locked upon her but staring intently. He was eating this up, treating her shame like a delicacy. And, of course, he continued to needle. He knew what he was doing when he mentioned choking, her fantasies flashing for merely a second instead of being followed through in her mind and played out until the end as she had let them do. Her hand closed slowly and she clenched it for a second before releasing, making herself concentrate instead on that rather than the delight that would be of relinquishing control of one of her most basic needs to him She chose instead of acknowledging his comment, she would let it breeze past as if he hadnt said it and as if she hadnt spent her night desperately wishing that her sexual needs were being fulfilled by something other than herself. He finally brought up a subject that was okay enough that she trusted herself to answer, though she wouldnt answer even remotely close to the truth. My night? She shifted her seat and played with the hem of her sleeve on her cardigan, I spent my night thinking of you fucking me into an oblivion of pleasure and desire. Her mind thought wryly, but instead she forced herself to smirk a bit and drop her eye contact, I met a gentleman last night. She said, as if admitting something secret. But lets not focus on my life and what I do when Im not here. This is about you. She said, but she wanted to see how that little comment would go over with him. He had shown that he had at least an interest in her on the physical level, but she wondered just how deep that went. It was often a side effect of insanity for one to develop obsessions, and obsessions over people could be dangerous. At least, thats what she told herself she was looking for. There was one thing that she was absolutely certain of - he was not going to harm her on this visit. He had made it quite clear that he would harm orderlies and other doctors but that she was a special case. There was something about her that fascinated him, and she intended on finding out what it was so that she could possibly use it to her advantage to help him cope with the urges when dealing with other people. Alright, Mister J. She agreed, but her voice sounded reluctant, sliding from her chair and keeping distance even as she walked around to behind him. Her fingers moved over the restraints that tied him into the jacket, leaning forward as she took hold of them so that her mouth was by his ear, Remember Mister J, She untied the restrain, You promised to behaved here and afterwards. Harley let the restraints fall loose so that he could finish releasing himself as she returned to her place, a careful distance from him. She steepled her hands on the table as she crossed her legs again, a catty smile on her lips. Now, tell me about what you thought about last night. size