"Closer." Already my muscles were aching, stretched to breaking point, as was my cruelly-taunted libido, desiring nothing more than a touch. I would have dislocated every joint in my body if I thought it would do any good at all. But the gulf that separated us was more than physical. It kept growing wider as I tried harder.
"Closer." The word was anathema. I never wanted to hear the command again. Surely I was close enough. Surely I had stretched to the point where... but whenever I opened my eyes, there she was, a hair's breadth away, tongue impishly wiggling, and here I was, bound, gagged, only a hand free in a futile attempt to touch what I never could.
"You get me closer to God." Hands up everyone who immediately thought of the NIN song when they saw the title. "I wanna fuck you like an animal." I threw out the title after having written the piece, and the piece has nothing to do with the song, but as a soundtrack it's not half bad. Not half good either, but it's an unavoidable consequence of my youth that I can't really not think of the song when I see that title. I suppose I could think of the Richard Cheese lounge version, or Weird Al's polka version, or I could think of Kyra Sedgwick in The Closer. If that helps to excise the song from your brain, be my guest. "Help me..." Damn it, it's stuck in there now.
We all already know about my predilections against the sort of thing in this week's picture. Hence, only one this week, strictly fitting the requirements. The only twist is to think of the real prisoner as being the owner of that finger, rather than the obvious. And I can't even take credit for that.
Head over to Flash Fiction Friday headquarters to see who else is playing, because I guarantee that Sephi, for one, will have done something better with this picture; it's her type of thing and she submitted the picture this week. My type of thing is crazy fantasy, but I should learn from last week and keep it shorter. Not going to stop doing it though. That would be too much to ask.
7 comments:
Who's the prisoner and who's the commander? It's hard to tell sometimes. I liked your take, certainly a passable effort for a genre that's not your specialty. Who am I kidding? You are a specialist at everything.... :-)
Oooh, so that's what's going on just outside the frame of the pic. Captures the unsatisfied longing beautifully.
Happy FFF!
@Advizor: No no, jack of all trades, master of none here. Or is that jill of all trades?
@Max: Now I'm not sure whether the picture is all just a metaphor, but either way, glad you enjoyed it.
I like the idea that he is also restrained. I wouldn't have thought that. Awesome take.
I like it.
The struggle is hot.
The NIN song didn't come to mind at all for me until I just read this, but now I think it should have.
Interesting in that we both had music running through our heads. Although Righteous Brothers and NIN are on opposite ends of the scale. :)
I like what you did with it, and at the same time wonder why the one on the chain didn't reverse and touch with her foot?
@TemptingSweets: It was the only way I could feel good about the situation. Well, not good, but better.
@pocket69rockettz: NIN didn't come to my mind until I was writing the post-script; I merely mentioned it because as soon as I gave it a title, suddenly there was Trent ;)
@Word: Because she's teasing him. If she wanted to, she could touch him, but she doesn't. That, at any rate, was the idea. I suppose it could be a third party teasing them both or something. But then I didn't see the scythe either ;)
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