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<b>Firstborn</b>
<b>Random drabble that makes no ******** sense at all... by Riomi</b>
<i>If it makes no sense, that's okay... but it'll be nice to get opinions on what exactly you think it's about...</i>


"So how does it taste?"

<i>Bitter.</i> "Sweet, give me more." Lies. I want no more, he's disgusting, with his cheap grin and clumsy fingers. I hate it. I hate him. I can't make it stop though. I can't say whats on my mind, but that's okay because it has always been like that.

"Don't be greedy, I may run out," he licks his lips and rubs his hand up and down my arm, making me shiver. Perceived as pleasure but truly the greatest pain. I hope he runs out. My plan is to suck him dry so that I will never have to worry again about his bitter taste.

Now he's laying over me, biting his lower lip, eyes dark and forehead sweaty. I'm crying out, clawing at his back. Wanting it to stop but begging for more.

"How does it feel?"

<i>Like s**t.</i> "Heavenly," I burn but it's no heat of satisfaction. It's hell, flames licking me from the inside out, telling me that I am welcome and have no choice. <i>Fall into the pit, pretty girl,</i> they tell me in hardened voices of greed and spite. It's then that I smile.

The scene has changed again. I'm in the kitchen, my belly swollen with the Devil's child. It's a boy, he taunts me every night, causing me pain with dreadful kicks of wanting out. He speaks to me too, tells me of the many things he must do, when born,to please his father. The first is to kill me.

Arms slide around my widened waist, lips touch my neck and a body is pressed against my own. He's back. He leaves but he always comes back. Checking on me. I'm sick now. He smells of sulfur and decay of bodies that howl in agony.. for an eternity. His lips aren't soft, but rough and chapped, scraping my skin. It's too hot, his body is just too hot, scorching. I whine and I can feel his son push around inside, excited with being so close to his maker.

"Are you happy now?"

<i>I'm ******** terrified.</i> "Thrilled," I smile again. Knowing it'll be over soon. All I really wanted was a new beginning. I should of known, nothing ever works out when with <i>him</i>. Can't promise the Devil your first born and expect to just walk away...