100 Themes Challenge: #7- Insanity

The last time he had felt this way had been centuries ago, a night where the waves were tossing them to and fro, where the wood around him creaked in protest to the chaos beyond the seeping boards. His men had secured the ship, leaving their captain to his duties, a dark intent shining in his eyes.

Last time, there was nothing to restrain the beast inside.

Last time, he continued until he was fully satisfied, the hurricane outside nothing compared to the terrible storm that barraged the warm and trembling figure beneath his own.

Last time, he was able to unleash his desire with no regrets, with no hesitation, and all of the fury he had tried to keep inside.

But now…

Now he had no choice but to restrain himself.

But by God was it difficult.

He was going insane, he was certain of it.

In his eyes, she belonged solely to him, but his conscience, what remained of it, told him the terrible truth.

She was not his.

He wanted to claim her in the worst ways. He wanted to tie her down, make her scream in agony and bliss. He wanted to make her experience the same level of uncertainty and sensibility she constantly made him suffer.

He wanted to rip her apart, to eat her heart and soul.

He wanted to see her bleed, to hear her laughter seep out in the same manner as her life force as it oozed itself from the mars he was determined to leave on her.

He wanted to tear her apart in the same instant that he wished to pet her and assure her that all was well, that there was nothing to fear.

His eyes followed her every move, a darker part of him wanting to give in to the insanity and finally overpower her. To give her no chance of escape.

But instead he would just smile, his posture calm and docile.

He was a master of composure, and no one would ever see just how cracked the former conqueror had become.