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Templehelper Tue Apr 20 19:14:44 2004
   On a rainy Sunday evening in the middle of June, the man was returning home from his weekend in the country. he parks at the rear of the apartment building, just outside his apartment on the ground floor. Reaching for his bags he looks to see his cat waiting in the window, and is glad to be home again. Entering the apartment, his big black cat races to greet him, rolling over in front of him, he kneels to stroke his belly for a moment, and taking off his leather jacket, goes to the fridge for a drink.

As so often, he went straight to his den, filled with a big custom fitted desk where his computer sat, and flicks it on hoping to find a response to an email he'd sent before leaving on Friday. In the dark room the monitor gradually brightens, and his email, set to launch automatically, reveals one new message waiting. The sender shows only as "I am coming," so he double clicks to see the mysterious message. The window pops open, and mystified he stares upon the empty message, and looks to see if there is an attachment, but he finds none. his mind races with a hundred different thoughts of who might send such a message. Without any other option he clicks "reply" and sends a very simple message asking who has sent this cryptic message. With his mind still puzzled he leaves his computer on and goes into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he wonders whether it was the Lady he had responded to on Friday.

christopher was a single man in his late twenties, still looking for the love of his life. Having very particular interests he felt his best chance of meeting the love of his life was through the internet, so he had long searched through many ads looking for someone special. And the ad he saw on Friday was so very intriguing, even mysterious, it appealed to christopher like no other ad ever had, so he poured out his thoughts and even included his phone number and picture with his response. Worried for a moment, he thinks that a resourceful person, having his phone number, could find his address. Always being the eternal optimist, he soon dismisses any worrying thoughts and turns on the radio and reaches for a magazine. Still though, he had turned up the volume on his computer speakers, so that he would be instantly alerted to any message that might be from the mystery source. And firmly fixed in the back of his mind was an anxious thought that this night might bring trouble to his door.

Having finished reading, christopher was growing tired and turning off the lights he goes to check his messages one last time before bed. With no message waiting he clicks "shut-down" and un-buttoning his shirt goes into the bedroom. As always he lights the red jar candle upon the unit at the foot his bed, and turns to shut off the light. Every single night he would light the candle, and gaze upon it before closing his eyes. he always enjoyed his dreams and imagined that they would lead him to his one true love, and the candle was like a guiding light, leading the way. Still with fleeting thoughts of the message he lowers his head to the pillow and wishes for a fantastic dream. Usually this would be his last thought before drifting off to sleep, yet this night a worry creeps back into his mind and he wonders whether all the doors and windows are locked. Telling himself not to be paranoid, he turns one last time and gradually falls to sleep.

 

Templehelper Tue Apr 27 12:05:16 2004
   As a raven swooping to claim its pray, She was on Her way. Having matched his phone number and address, She was going to steal his very soul this dark night. As the hour turned three, She arrived at the back of his building and pulling into the driveway, turns off Her lights and pulls into a spot in a quiet corner. Gently pushing the door closed She gazes upon the building. With all the instinct of a vampire seeking its next victim Her eyes scanned the building before Her, and right there at the very corner of the building, within one lonely window was a dull flickering light, as if to lead Her way. The candle he told Her about, in his all too open message. With an evil smile She approaches the back of the apartment, and gracefully and most silently She eases over the steal balcony to stand at the back door. Wrapping Her fingers and long pointed nails around the door handle She ever so slowly turns and then pushes the door, with a sudden creak the door eases open, and She steps quietly into the darkened room. With a carry-all in one hand She moves to flick Her long black hair with the other as She walks without a sound through the blackened hallway. Up ahead the bedroom door sits slightly ajar, glowing ever so dimly with the light of the candle. Ever more slowly She eases up to the door and with Her dark eyes peering, She looks upon him, quietly sleeping on his front and his head turned to the side, his long blonde hair draping the pillow. Carefully pushing the door open She eases into the room and reaches into Her bag. Having the object firmly in hand She moves with hardly a sound to stand at the head of the bed, and stares down at Her new object. Suddenly, with one instant move, She pulls the black leather mask down over his head and yanks upon its chain, automatically locking the collared mask tightly around his neck.

 

Templehelper Tue Jun 1 16:54:30 2004
   With terrible panic he is suddenly awoken, he opens his eyes to see only darkness, and he throws his hands to his neck to pull on the locked chain. But to no avail, and with horror he begs for mercy as She stands silently above him. 'Please, no, please,' he whimpers. With no chance of escape he continues to plead for at least some response, that he might know his fate. Without a word She fetches iron restraints from Her bag, and grabbing his arm fastens one cuff around his left wrist and then forces his right hand behind his back to fasten the other.

Totally helpless he turns to face upward, and with his heart pounding in his chest, his mind races through a thousand nightmares. Returning from the bag once more She suddenly forces a ball firmly into his mouth and fastens it tightly in place. Reaching for the chain attached to his neck She forces him down onto the floor, and onto his knees, and begins to drag him out of the bedroom and down the hallway. his knees suddenly feel the hardwood floor change to tile as he realises he's been dragged into the kitchen. The silence is deafening as he suddenly hears the dial on the stove turn, and then just moments later, a clinking sound as something is placed down on the stove. For a number of minutes silence fills the room as he kneels, petrified with fear upon the cold floor. Again a clinking sound forces his head to raise upwards, as he feels an intense heat pass before him. As he shudders with fear She suddenly presses the red hot iron form into his left arm, just below his shoulder. Instantly he begins to sweat profusely, and falls to his right, lost in the pain of the burning heat upon his arm.

After laying for a number of minutes, shaking with fright he suddenly hears a voice.

"I am Your Goddess and you exist only to serve Me. The freedom that you knew will gradually be erased from your mind, becoming only a distant memory, and then only the memory of that distant memory. Until all that was freedom is gone. To serve Me is a gift, that You will treasure as your only possession up and to the end of time."

Her eloquent voice, driven by a strict tone pierced his ears, and Her words carried to the depth of his soul. So surely he had lost any right to choose and he must simply follow Her every command with ultimate complicity.

Reaching to grab his chain once more She pulls him out of the kitchen and opening the front door drags him out into the hallway, through the side door of the building and out to Her van. In the cold of the night his naked body shivers, as his mind falls through his lingering memories of freedom. he hears the sound of the van door opening, and on hearing Her step up into the van, She pulls him up onto its metal floor. Reaching down She grabs his long hair extending out from under the mask, and forces his head down to the floor. And with a sudden click, he finds himself firmly chained to the floor of the van. The rear door slams shut, and with a few foot steps She walks around to the drivers seat, and starting the engine, reverses away, and drives off into the night. Ever further from his home, She remains silent as She carries off Her new object, towards his final destination. After travelling for what seemed like hours the man noticed the van slowing down for one final turn and then gently swaying through the turns of a long meandering driveway, finally comes to a halt. Stepping out of the van, the Goddess goes to the back and opening the door, reaches down to unchain him, and pulling on his chain, leads him out into the night air. Speaking once more She says,

"you have arrived at your destiny, I will now remove the mask, and put a special collar around Your neck."

Slowly, She unlocks the mask and pulls it up and off his head, and fighting to open his eyes the man's blurry sight gradually clears to see a large set of stone stairs leading up to a mansion, all surrounded by a forest of trees. Turning his eyes to Her hands he sees a thick metal collar, just as She reaches up to lock it around his neck. For the very first time his eyes fall upon this Goddess, that has taken all his freedom. he gazes in bewilderment at Her long black hair and pale white skin, as She begins to lead him up the stairs. Eventually reaching the top, She opens the door to the magnificent entrance, with its huge chandelier hanging between the double arched stairways, and across the marble floor She leads him to a set of descending stairs, sided with stone walls. Gracefully, She takes him down into the darkness ahead, the occasional lantern being the only light, they pass a series of old wooden doors until finally reaching a steel bar door at its very end. Reaching for the big key hanging around Her neck, She moves to open it and takes him inside. A tiny little room with stone walls, and floor, and a single thick chain hanging from the center of the stone ceiling. Reaching over She pulls it to his neck and locks it to the ring of his collar with an old, large padlock. Walking from the cell She pulls the door closed and lowers to lock it, as the man dares to speak. "When will You return?," he mutters quietly. The Goddess reaches to a button upon Her pendant and presses it, as the man falls to his knees with the searing pain of electricity surging through the collar around his neck.

"NEVER if you talk out of place!" she shouts at him, with an evil glare in Her eyes.

Taking the lantern from beside his cell, She turns to walk off up the hallway and stairs, leaving him, still with his hands cuffed behind his back, all in darkness. Exhausted by his experience he moves to a corner and lowers to sit upon the cold floor. With his head resting upon the stone wall, he slowly falls to a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he is woken instantly by a jet of cold water being sprayed at him. he squirms to shield himself yet cannot avoid the coldness of the water. As the spray finally slows he looks up to the Goddess with his eyes searching for answers. She opens the door once more and steps inside, unlocking the chain from the ceiling She leads him out of the cell and along the hallway, and stopping half way She turns to open one of the old wooden doors, and leads him inside. As She lights the lantern upon the wall, he notices only a little desk and chair sitting in the middle of the room. Still dripping with water he is led to the chair and pushed to sit on it. Taking his chain She reaches to padlock it to the ceiling and walks out of the room. Sitting quietly the man wonders what will befall him next. Minutes pass, and then hours, as his thoughts become ever more worrying. Time passes so slowly and he cannot know how long he has waited, has it been an hour or five he thinks to himself. Eventually he hears the click of Her feet coming towards him, filled with anxiety he turns to look toward the door, as She finally enters he looks down to Her hands. Carrying a stack of paper and a pen She places them on the desk infront of him and says,

"Now that you've had time to think, write all that has happened to you." Without another word, She turns to leave the room, slamming the door shut behind Her.

So it is i have sat here for these last hours, here at my little desk under the dim light, writing these recent events for the Goddess. How my life has changed so very much in these last few days. my mind races with endless thoughts, that i cannot catch any one single thought in my mind. Only thoughts of this Goddess who so owns my very soul. i live here now, it is my new home; i will not know another. These stone walls are all i ever see, save for the Goddess who could return any moment. For i never know when She will return. This is a small world i live in, these few rooms, dark and damp. i like this room i think, itís a little brighter than my night cell. Still my mind is racing, what new challenge lays ahead? what new torment will i suffer? i don't know many things here in this darkened room, what day? what time? i have no idea. i do know i must please Her in every way i can, i definitely know that!

i think i was free once upon a time, but i'm not really sure, its only a memory of a distant memory...