08-30-2018, 08:27 PM
She knows the familiar dance—the hunter and the hunted.
It was intuitive for her to fall into the role of the hunter. The familiar steps of learning tactics and strategies to always be one step ahead of the enemy. To seek out their weaknesses before they even knew who you were. Manipulation was the key to it all—the very essential that would give her along.
But she has played the hunted instead. Too many times has she fallen prey into the hands of the predator. She has let her emotions get the better of her. Allowing the hunter to prey upon her easily, without even a fight. She has allowed them to beat her, drag her all the way down until she was nothing.
What had it all been for? Was it worth the kicking and screaming? Did she fight for the right reasons?
She doesn’t know. Her own thoughts are clouded and she feels lightheaded with every choice. Every decision is makes is always wrong. This decision. That decision. It was all wrong!
The game is all she has come to know. The feeling of dancing on the edge—the dance of life and death.
He ignores her. The deception seeps through him, crawling out of the crannies and cracks. She knows the game; the dance he is playing with her. Lucrezia forgets her part, the steps she must take to also lead the dance as well. She accepts him as the lead, willingly she puts her hands into him. So easily she puts her life into his.
But for what?
The price of her life is what she would pay. To step in between the grey, between the darkness and light, in order to feel something. Anything, really.
“No,” she says softly.
Lucrezia swallows hard. “You can’t just leave me like that.” Her voice filled with anxiety. Nutmeg eyes growing wide with trouble and apprehension.
“He can’t hurt you,” her voice comes a little stronger this time, “if you don’t let him.” She takes a step forward, filling the space in between them from where he had stepped away from her.
“You have to stand up to him.”
It was intuitive for her to fall into the role of the hunter. The familiar steps of learning tactics and strategies to always be one step ahead of the enemy. To seek out their weaknesses before they even knew who you were. Manipulation was the key to it all—the very essential that would give her along.
But she has played the hunted instead. Too many times has she fallen prey into the hands of the predator. She has let her emotions get the better of her. Allowing the hunter to prey upon her easily, without even a fight. She has allowed them to beat her, drag her all the way down until she was nothing.
What had it all been for? Was it worth the kicking and screaming? Did she fight for the right reasons?
She doesn’t know. Her own thoughts are clouded and she feels lightheaded with every choice. Every decision is makes is always wrong. This decision. That decision. It was all wrong!
The game is all she has come to know. The feeling of dancing on the edge—the dance of life and death.
He ignores her. The deception seeps through him, crawling out of the crannies and cracks. She knows the game; the dance he is playing with her. Lucrezia forgets her part, the steps she must take to also lead the dance as well. She accepts him as the lead, willingly she puts her hands into him. So easily she puts her life into his.
But for what?
The price of her life is what she would pay. To step in between the grey, between the darkness and light, in order to feel something. Anything, really.
“No,” she says softly.
Lucrezia swallows hard. “You can’t just leave me like that.” Her voice filled with anxiety. Nutmeg eyes growing wide with trouble and apprehension.
“He can’t hurt you,” her voice comes a little stronger this time, “if you don’t let him.” She takes a step forward, filling the space in between them from where he had stepped away from her.
“You have to stand up to him.”
@[bruise]
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