* * * * *
D is lying on his stomach. Pieces of blue rope have rendered him helpless.
I take the red candle and light it, watching the liquid form around the flame. Not too much, but not too little. The first few drops hit his back. Involuntarily he moves. A moan escapes his lips.
He is beautiful.
A plan forms in my mind.
Holding the candle close to his skin,
I begin to let the drops form a pattern.
The wax is warmer now.
He is more sensitive.
The first letter, then second one.
It takes time, getting the shapes right is difficult
D moves more now, moans more.
Every drop makes him squirm.
I use the weight of my body to keep him still.
The first few words are uttered.
-Please, please no more....
- I can if I want to, can't I?
-Yes, you can do anything you want but please don't..
I gnore his plea and watch the third letter evolve.
It is easier, and I am satisfied with what I see.
His body is glistening, obedience makes him sweat.
D taught me a word in a foreign language
I am using what he showed me against him.
The fourth letter and then I stop.
I read it out, as one word.
I spell out the four letters,
a word I have never seen before.
There is one more letter, he tells me.
Despite the pain that I have caused him,
Despite that he could have escaped the last one.
It is his turn to spell it out, the way it should be.
Picking up the candle again, I correct the mistake.
Uncountable drops of wax.
I let my fingers trace my creation
This time it is as it should be.
* * * * *
Thank you for teaching me through your pain. I am still learning.
The book is in front of me, showing me what I need to know.
I will never forget that one word....