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[title] => Calisto: The Prisoned Angel - Part 2
[time] => 2005-02-22 21:10:14
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[bodytext] => It was Aristo, The overly pompous prison guard Though I don’t want to admit it, Aristo is a handsome man, With suave features, but a stern manner He takes a sickening pleasure in whipping me Even when my back is to him, I can feel his fiendish smile searing into me Aristo takes his time in choosing a perfect object to beat me with Undoubtedly, I do hate him, but I shan’t be ill willed to him Time to play Calisto…he said with a touch of desire in his voice Perfect, he had chosen his new, hard leather whip, He had most likely bought it in the markets I got this especially for you, Calisto, His eccentric laugh ringed in my ears, deafening every other sound When it was finally done, The precious skin on my back was peeled & bleeding Light, sterling tears were streaming down my colorless face He thoroughly enjoyed my pain, Aristo took great pride inflicting harm on me I see he looks forward to me giving him a bath Well, he pretends to be tired at the end of the uneventful day How I hated this task, He would always take advantage of me, Only because he knew daily lashes weakened me This was the part of day I dreaded the most After his supposed hard of work, Aristo would summon me from my cell I traveled up the spiral staircase To the highest room of the east tower Rays of gray-silver light was the only source of illumination The scolding hot water was brought from the castle springs What pleased me was that he wasn’t ready yet, So I had little time to quickly scrub myself I drained the cloth, and then had had come At least he was noble enough to remove his own clothing Slowly, stark naked, he stepped into the tub I kneeled down next to the marble bath My sheepish hand grabbed the cloth, And so I dipped it in the hot water Aristo always babbled on about his day, As my hand scrubbed his chiseled chest He closed his eyes for a brief moment, For what I assume he was taking in my touch Calisto, he slightly whimpered What happened next I tell you? Might be a bit hard to take Since, not even I agreed to it, It just happened, And no one ever found out I ignored all the confession that were spilling out of him, They were making me feel disgusted It seems that the more, well, dastard side of me took over, Successfully, I managed to keep him in the bath long enough, To make my plan work The soap was still clinging to his hair, Until at last, I though it was time he washed it out That smiled, that one mischievous smile had crept onto my lips You need to rinse now Aristo, I slyly whispered But, let me help you with that My hand reached for the top of his and shoved it underwater Aristo’s arms flailed & flew around in a fast panic I held his head under there, for a respectable time, Before I noticed he stopped moving He was surely dead, and believe it or not, I had done it I stood up, & looked at his paling form under the soapy water His lips were beginning to turn a nice shade of light blue Seeing his dead…now I say, Revenge can come in deadly ways [comments] => 3 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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