Nayara Lemes

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On the topmost tower of the castle where I was, she laid. I found her, secluded in her domain, alone, contemplative, pensive, and narcissistic. She was not fully dressed, yet she was beautiful and forbidden. Her gaze was piercing, determined, and cruel. Her skin was brown, her hair ebony like the forest, and her eyes painted dark.

Whether human or animal, she was a magical and mortal being simultaneously, and undoubtedly, the lady of the castle. And I fell in love with her and her secret. She was an enchanted vision, captivating my eyes and whoever dared to gaze upon her.

I stared at her unceasingly and inevitably drew near, feeling entirely bewitched by that sight.

“How beautiful!” My mouth exclaimed in silence.

The lady never realized I was there, observing her. Instead, she stared at her reflection in a small mirror.

She was half-naked, wearing nothing but underwear, her sun-kissed skin melding with the leopard-like fabric of her undergarments. She then opened her mouth, revealing powerful white canine teeth. She was wild, like a forest cat.

I couldn’t help but desire her, hypnotized by her gaze combined with the curves of her body and the breasts I longed for.

The depth of her black, almond-shaped eyes filled me with fear, as they seemed to penetrate entirely the surface of the mirror upon which she gazed.

With one hand, she held a dagger, which she tenderly caressed, and with the other, she brushed her black, shiny, and straight silky hair falling over her breasts and belly, perfectly sculpted upon her youthful body.

The woman was not too tall, indeed, she was petite. Nevertheless, her beauty was imposing in that setting. It was clear to me that the castle was her very exile, for she did not belong there. I wondered what she could be doing in a place like that.

Alas, so engrossed was I, that I never saw the man arrive. I noticed he was also handsome, though in a rugged way. He held in his hardened and rigid hands a black leather whip.

Upon his arrival, she kissed him on the forehead, tenderly. He respected her. He loved her.

Then, she knelt at his feet as he settled himself on the divan positioned in the middle of the room. He ran his hand over her head, rubbing her silky and untangled hair. His touch laid upon a newborn white string.

She then laid her head on his lap, and so they remained, silently, for a while.

“I love you”, the lady said first.

“So do I”, he answered.

“Please never leave me”, she begged.

“Never”, he confirmed.

Afterward, the man ordered her to undress completely and turn her back to him. As it appeared to be customary, the lady obeyed, and he whipped her harshly.

Once. Then again. And again.

Leaning against the wall, she bore each lash that scarred her animal-like body.

Then, with a nod of his head, he gestured toward the cushions strewn across the room floor. There, she lay, while he, like a beast, possessed her. Front, back, up, and down. While penetrating her, he roared and sucked her beautiful breasts and her sex. Then, biting one of her nipples hard, he tore it away. Flesh stuck between his teeth, and blood ran over his face.

She screamed in pain, yet it was not enough to make him stop. And he whipped her again for screaming.

She had better shut her mouth. He had put her there. She owed him respect.

By the end of it all, she fell, exhausted. Incapable of rising, the lady remained on the floor, mutilated by her lover, mortified by the act… She didn’t cry, for her plucked nipple no longer hurt.

Spitting the torn piece of her body onto the floor, he dried his figure, previously wet with saliva, blood, and semen. He then stormed out, passing by where I stood, without seeing me.

I waited for him to be far away, so I could run to the lady and help her, for she was about to faint. As soon as she saw me, her eyes did not seem surprised at all. Gripping my arms firmly, she gazed deeply into my eyes and finally faded.

Like the flame of a candle, she extinguished. There was instant smoke in the air, and her beautiful body disappeared, not before I could realize, now that it was possible to examine more closely, that other marks had already scarred her body besides the ones from that day.

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The Lady in the Castle is one of my first writings in English. I wrote it as part of my first book City of Mandalas, available in Portuguese, but I never included this text in the book. The translation is provided by myself and I tried my best to make it in good English.

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