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Possession
By diva_affairs
Author’s note: This is just the intro; there will be no sexual activities in this,
just so you aren’t disappointed after reading ;) It is a straight-
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'
eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most
discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 1.1
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It had been about two weeks since they had last seen each other. He had tried calling
her several times, but she would just stare at the screen and wait until the theme
song ceased. Finally she shut her cell phone off. He had sent her e-
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My heart is ever at your service, my Lord.
William Shakespeare, Timon of Athens, 1.2
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This is harder than I thought, she realized when she stood in front of the bathroom
mirror and examined the black leather collar that was delicately slung around her
neck. It had been custom made for her, so it fit snugly, sitting upon her collar
bone as though this was where it belonged. With shaky fingers she touched the silver
D-
Slowly she traced along its surface until her fingertips felt the buckle in her neck. She had never taken it off before. It had always been him that put it on when he came and only him who decided when he would remove it. Occasionally he would make her wear it in public and go to work wearing it, only allowing a thin scarf to cover it.
That last time they had seen each other he had decided that she would have to wear it for a little longer and went without taking it off. She had worn a silk scarf over it for the past two weeks, explaining at work that she had a sore throat. She hadn’t let him meet her again, but some odd feeling of obedience in her had prevented her from removing it herself.
The metal felt cold and hard as she slipped the leather end through the clasp. The band fell into her hands, suddenly a cold foreign object. She eyed it, warily cupping it in her palm. She had never before had the chance to study it so closely, he had always immediately stuffed it away when he had removed it and taken it with him. Now though her fingers felt along the soft patent leather, toyed with the ring at the front and then closed the buckle. It seemed small, too small as that it would be able to sit comfortably, though she knew otherwise.
For a moment she felt unsure, fumbling around with the necklace, and let it drop into the sink. She couldn’t bring herself to chuck it away, she just couldn’t. It felt like betrayal even having taken it off.
Softly she touched her throat; the skin tingled with the unknown sensation of contact where previously the fabric of the collar had been. She felt weirdly liberated. Wearing it had felt like his phantom hand had constantly been grasped around her neck. He had always been present in her mind, secretly reminding her that the pressure of the collar on her throat could be his hands, controlling her every breath.
She inhaled deeply and assessed her reflection in the mirror: Blonde hair, green eyes, straight nose, pink lips. Quite pretty but far from being anything special, she figured. The collar had given her a shape, it had identified her. With its safe hold she had felt as though he was with her and nothing could endanger her.
She had a last look at the necklace lying forlornly and accusingly in the sink. “So, that’s it. It’s over.” she mumbled to herself and went to bed, alone.
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"Four legs and two voices; a most delicate monster!"
William Shakespeare, The Tempest, 2.2
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