The Sight that greeted her upon entering her bedroom, was not what she expected. The box in which had held her most precious keepsake lay busted open upon the red cashmere carpet, it’s ornate lid wide and gaping at her as if to mock her carelessness.

It was empty...

The realisation Seemed to set off the territorial urges that had recently begun to feed the near suffocating darkness, deep within the very reaches of her soul.

“Within my soul! But not within my grasp!”she screamed unoticed into the empty space, the curtains having long since been pulled across to block out the sun, Abolishing the need for proper conduct as it was never to be seen by the fools who lay beyond the satin shield.

At once she threw herself at the nearest source of relief, the fallen box that had so cruelly betrayed her trust, was thrust harshly into a nearby wall. It was only after hearing the final shattering scream, that she did at last breathe, cheeks flushed with frustration as she attempted to quell her muddled thoughts

In a moment of calm, she found her gaze drawn to sparkling pieces of porcelain, her eyes almost tearing at the edges in a moment of regret.

What have I done...? It had been a gift from her dearly departed mother, and she’d promised ever so faithfully to care for it.

She quivered to think what could have possessed her to do such a thing but at the same time her remorse was failing in sincerity...all thoughts strayed to the empty part of her heart, once more to the loss of the treasure that had long since replaced her mother.

“Such a material thing...so small”

yet her mind could not be torn; it focused only on the impending need to hold it once more in her adoring gaze, pampered fingers grasping the smooth surface.

She had never worn gloves like most(she was more daring She'd supposed) unlike the rest of the women in ‘polite society'. who fancied themselves very proper and above their company, for(lord knows)it grieved them to ever experience the fleeting passion for discovery; just as that simple touch of ‘reality’ would alert them of the very falsity of their world, they knew this, however unconscious the knowledge was.  

the price of a little curiosity was great.

They feared learning things they never cared to know, convinced of the terrifying things that  lay waiting in the dark for any person so brash, and stupid as to  scale about the walls, bare handed, just to see where they end up.....

Yet she feared the darkness not, resolving never to have the need nor desire, to wear such inconvenient things. Satisfaction came first, however ‘sinful’ in the religious hypocrisy of the world. It had been that way for as long as she could remember.

As a little girl She’d been desirous to know anything and everything; how ‘this worked, or what it did.  

She’d never been content to simply be told that it was ‘dirt’, she always have to dive right in and see for herself; and just as she’d admired the way the mud had caked itself in between her fingers, or how the delicate stem of a wine glass seemed to mould into the hand, She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty.

Especially in a situation like this...The possessive feeling rose in her chest gradually getting more heated, her quiet breathing quickened as reddish eyes darkened narrowing to an almost predatory state. Fighting back the oncoming thoughts she tore her gaze from the scene to the floor.“I’ve wasted far too much time”

Take it back...come on......

“I Want to-No! I must....no matter what lengths I must go to...even if...” She took a shaking breath as her hands shook slightly; her nails digging inter her palms.“Even if I have to do, that....”