ARLECCHINO

You knew that she had you wrapped around her finger. It wasn’t hard to see, the way she controlled you like a puppet on strings. Her fingers twisting into the thin fibers to make you dance against your will. But you loved it. If anything you yearned for affection and love she spoiled you with.

It had started late in your sophomore semester, a dreary rainy October evening was the back drop of your first ever rendezvous. Her hand buried betwixt your legs and fingers searching in ways you’d never felt. You chose to ignore the sparkling wedding band on her right hand. This sick dance had carried through the fall into the depths of the harsh winter.

She had shown her true colors at that point. Stringing you along with the promises of loyalty and demanding you stay only hers. Yet she still remained with her wife. How could you ever compete with that. You had attempted to end this sick relationship a small handful of times, yet Arlecchino knew just what to say to lure you back into her embrace. Voice coated with honey and arms spread for you to melt into her.

“Oh… sweet girl you’re being silly” she chastised staring down at you. You licked at your chapped lips and eyed the door. You knew no other student would be joining her class that day, the snow made sure of that. You met her fiery gaze once more. You opened your mouth to respond yet no words followed. She stroked your cheek and leaned in closer, her nose brushing yours. “I think you’re spending too much time with your friends hm? I would lead you on my lamb.”