Water glistened on the pavement. April never lied about its love for rain. But today seemed unusually humid and the fog rolled in, as the clock struck five passed six. Peter cursed as the vines from the roses dug deeper into his skin. He was in the alleyway between 1st and Main, caught in the vines of a venomous patch of roses. Fatigue settled over as Peter drifted into a daze.
He suddenly heard himself talking to himself. As he opened his eyes the area had changed into a cold medieval hallway with a table covered with delicious sweets. Chained to the wall he began to think.
It feels like its been weeks since I ate and my stomach grumbles like a hungry bear. Tempted by the sweet frosting and chocolate under a rich red strawberry, Peter figured he would take a chance. He starred, anxious, as if time had slowed down to torment his growing desires.
As Peter wrestled with his thoughts, the wood panels from underneath him began to creek with slow thuds from across the hall.
There is no way out, Peter worried.
The shadow grew bigger as a slim figure creeped through the darkness. Her voice shook every muscle in his body.
“Do you remember my name,” she whispered.
Why did I put myself up to this! She’s too strong and my will is so weak. I just want a bite. Oh but the consequences. I can do this! I have to!
Peter’s heart raced from fear. He could not want no more or care no less. He never wanted his life to end like this.
In the blink of an eye, she was pressed up against his trembling body as she whispered in his ear, “I am Desire.”