Flower in the Rain

Any normal person in my position would try to leave, try to find a way to escape his sadism and acts of twisted artistry.

It's not normal to enjoy this, is it?

To enjoy being the devil's flower and his favorite canvas?

To enjoy bearing his marks, the temporary and the permanent.

To crave more, and more, and more of Him.

Cain has been confusing as hell since we were little, ignoring my existence in the presence of others, then making me feel irresistible behind closed doors and around dark corners.

Given his conflicting nature with me I thought I had a choice in whatever this relationship is. I thought that if the pain in my heart became too much I could end things.

I've never seen Cain as the devil he claims to be, only a good Master to his willing Slave.

A sexual deviant using my body to satisfy his singular tastes, and helping me discover my own.

But now that he's home I'm beginning to wonder if I ever had any choice in the matter at all.

Or if he planted me in his garden, never to leave.

Forever to be the object of his lust and desire.

Forever to be tended to by Lucifer himself.