You are in a dark room, with neon lights flickering revealing fractures of life within nothingness, a pale wet skin awaiting to be tamed.
In this dark room, your eyes are shot closed, unable to see. The sound of music bounces all over the place filling the room with loudness, but also desire. You are naked, vulnerable, undressed of all armors and shields. Your hands are tied up in leather cuffs, out of which, 2 long silver chains lengthen to your bound ankles uniting behind your back. In front, wrapped around your breast connecting to your neck, one long chain lies at the other end into the hand of your new master.
But you, a fearless, a warrior, a restless soul, you refuse to knee. You fight and shake, ready to wrestle God himself. You are a Goddess, an untamed stallion, a wild lioness, Gaia itself, both the medicine and the poison.
You cannot see and you can hear only the music of mortality, of fragility, of the momentary moment, of the now, of the beast peacefully sleeping inside you. You understand the victory you must attend. Yet you are also a warrior and the battle should be painful and challenging so in the end feel the triumph.
You feel the low bass touching your heart, creating waves across your chest. You are captured by the sounds and try to understand the ways of the new master. You listen closely and carefully and try to understand your enemy. You think intensively over the sound, when, suddenly, you feel a cold shiver embracing your right shoulder. Your skin wrinkles and shivers go down along your spine, slightly flexing your buttock muscles. Then, a gentle touch of a warm hand brushes your right shoulder till it reaches your right hip where it stops. The new master gently backs away, like a shadow into darkness. Your only contact with reality appeared and disappeared like dust in the wind. You panic and you feel confused for your old self desires the fight, but you cannot hear her. All you can hear is the slow vibrations of your breathing and the voice of the long forgotten alter-ego: the so called heart. This thought popped in your mind, while disconnected from your body. You feel lite and thin, so thin you feel like flying. When, unexpectedly, the master pulls your chain and you fall down in your knees.
The End of Part I
Emanuel Ștefancu 