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Other Colors -- Ch. 18
Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
wasn't healthy. He took everything too seriously.” Hazily, I recalled our dinner together, where he’d told me he had no politics, no philosophy, and no god. With a shiver, I wondered what could have happened to make him change his mind. “There are twenty mysteries to the catholic rosary,” he said idly, as if daydreaming aloud, “There was a time when your young Dmitri prayed ten every morning, and ten every night.” I shook my head, “come on. Not even the pope prays that much.” “Perhaps not,” he breathed, “but I did.” I squinted at him, half-baffled, “why?” “Because,” he hissed between his teeth, “your young Dmitri believed he was possessed by a demon.” A slow, serrated chill made its way down my spine. He's joking. He has to be. “Dmitri,” I murmured, “what in God’s name could make you think such a thing?” “Dreams I had,” he answered coolly, “Obsessions. Urges. Things I was compelled to do with women.” He paused, “it never made sense to me growing up. That I could fall for a girl; that I could think she was the loveliest creature I’d ever laid eyes upon—and still, want nothing more in the world than to possess, degrade, and ruin her.” His words turned to steam in my ear, “Those thoughts—lurid, alluring. I couldn't accept that they were really mine.” He trailed off, forcing an arid chuckle from his chest, “Honestly. I thought I had the devil in me.” “The devil,” I repeated, not at all convinced he wasn’t taking the Mickey out of me. “Samael, to be precise,” he said grimly, ...