Untitled Story, pt. 1

She hadn't touched me in days. Hadn't possessed me in weeks. She never would again. I was responsible, no, guilty, for that, but I had no choice. Truly, I had no choice. Kien, Lord of Irony, had a soft spot for tormenting me. Why else would my first act of true loyalty be a betrayal? But her daughter- our daughter- _my_ daughter was worth it, woth a thousand betrayals.I was lost without Rixata, my love and my pain, my drug, my damnation. The thought of her touch bathed me in sweat, confused me with rushes of desire and panic in equal measure. I shuddered with anticipation, eagerness. It was hard to draw breath.I hoped they would burn her soon.