Like A Moth To A Flame: The Mark of Attraction

My body is paralyzed. There is a stinging, burning pain radiating throughout my chest with the sensation of someone craving something into my skin. Soon my heart begins to beat painfully and rapidly as if could burst out of my chest. The fire travels its way to my head, and I taste the disgusting copper as blood fills the inside of my mouth.

The air around me is hot and stuffy, making it increasingly harder to breath. It feels as though the air is pushing my limp body downward but lifting it up as well. There is no sound, no smell, no one around me. I can't even open my eyes to see where I am.

So I float here, paralyzed, in pain and dazed.

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"Ut te ad meum sanguinem lingua lambuerint aviditate suscipitur, ego quaeritur quam Anita opprimere de amore et statim iterum pullulabit,"

As you greedily lap at my blood I ask that you force Anita's love to once again bud

"Maledicite habitatoribus eius ut mobilis cogitat et facit ea non esse praecipitem mandatum meumk,"

Curse her so that the thought of me makes her restless and at my command she will be reckless

"A frangeretur de digitos meos et faciam te ad tempus mihi non est caritas,"

The snap of my fingers will cause your love for me to linger

"Tuum cor et animus animus est, et nos sumus alliges duplicia,"

Your heart and soul is mind, for now we are bind

" Anita. Amica mea. Lassamque consumentur velut a tinea,"

Awaken my moth

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"wake.... Anita...my...oth...hur...injur...burned... possibe head trauma..."

Someone is speaking - their words fade in and out - but are they speaking to me? Everything is muffled. My senses are dull. The searing in my chest has diminshed. There is just a pulsing ache. The aftertaste of blood sits on my tongue, and I can feel it drying on the side of my face. The air around me is cold and crisp, cooling the layer of sweat on my skin.

"...Turn it on," someone demands.

Icy water engulfs me and all at once my senses return. Everything rushes back - Amber bleeding in the bathroom, the fire, her orange eyes - flooding my mind.