i reach out my hands,
what is this that i feel?
a cold stinging pleasure,
nestling in my veins?

it is dark around me,
i push out blindly,
why do burning thorns,
stick to my palms?

i panic, this is not a place i know,
it is alien, it is forbidden,
and yet, here i am,
trapped in a lockless cage.

the sensation pricks and burns,
spreading rapidly to my heart,
and i close my eyes,
slipping into a void less elation.

a hand closes around my wrist,
and i know, i know,
i know it before i see him,
i feel him before i hear him.

he's here.
he's my captor.
he says he loves me.
❝and he traps me forever.❞

-ritwika sen