My mind and body are my own Eden. He is the snake whispering in my ear. Telling me sweet nothings. Temptations growing, hand reaching for that apple. His devil eyes pierce my soul, reaching his hand around mine. Raising the apple to my lips. Questions course through my veins. Unsure of what to do or think. He whispers again in my ear, his voice making my heart pound faster than a thousand wild stallions. He tells me it can free me, and I will be able to run just as fast as those mystical beasts. I fear his power, the control. I fear how easy it was for him to dig his powerful hands into my mind. Pulling the strings and nerves. Making me feel what he wanted me to. Did I even try to deny it? Did I even try to fight back? Or did I allow such trusting eyes to get the best of me? He is the twig snapping in the woods. The shadow out of the corner of your eyes. He is your darkest desire. He is the want and the need. He controls human nature. He is the thoughts we don't share. The master of the soul. And I have allowed him in my mind, willingly. The temptation of fate. He is my weakness. I enjoy the hairs rising on the back of my neck, and the feeling of eyes constantly on me. His most inhuman nature has never made me feel more alive. His hands were on me, our lips almost touching. He whispers one final time. Telling me, all I have to do is take the first bite.