Sweet Submission

If you can run away, run now, run fast and don't let the slithering shadows catch you. In this reality, we see the perspective of our lives based on the cage we are held captive in; the limited space of the ceiling from the floor to the walls. And the idea of freedom tastes like a sweet nectar from Eden. But then not because you can dance around freely means you are at liberty, sometimes we were just too blind to see the invisible boundaries set by societies' manipulating hands.  We are all captives of our own monsters. We are all damsels in distress, waiting for a prince charming in shining armor and white horse. We are all wishing for that fairytale ending to come but happy ever after is but a myth, a farce created by the media to fool the naïve. Soft yellow lights were reflected from a slightly

When faced with choices always choose the lesser evil. A minute have passed and the conversation curved into an awkward silence. My voice was caught up somewhere and I was unable to form audible words. The guy not more than thirty with a godlike appearance, bought himself a bride and he wasn't being cheap about it. He wasted a big sum of money on purchasing me and my body. The thought would have never crossed my head if not for the fact that I was the one who have been bought. I had no clue of his identity nor anything to do about him. However, he reeked of regal air, something that told me he could get any girl he wants with just a simple smile. And yet, he chose to go with a seemingly odd process. "I'm a very discreet man. I'm sure my butler James told you about it. So, I've used my private plane to take us home. Feel fre

Reality is your dream becoming a nightmare. "Don't just suck! Play with the darn thing. Give it some love. Feelings! Emotions! That face, fix it right this moment, show that you're enjoying! My child, how would you please young master with that kind of stoic face?" My teacher's sultry voice seeped through my skin and though I was accustomed to the nature of my lessons, I was still reluctant to do anything she says. I never had approved in doing them, they were all laid upon me without my permission. And I just blindly followed to their will like a good servant dog. It was always the easiest way around not to retaliate.

Soon you’ll realize that happenstance is a greater part of destiny."Wear your mask." Yulian smiled wryly. I bent my head to the side; bewildered to his request. I had no idea what he was talking about. "There," he said pointing to my hand.I opened the clutch bag Venecia had given me before we left Crestwood Manor. Inside was indeed a mask, a beautiful Colombina with black crested jewels matching the color of my dress. "It's stunning," I beamed admiring the piece of ornament that glinted over the moon creating kaleido shapes.