Dark Notes

Dark Notes

They call me a slut. Maybe I am.<div>Sometimes I do things I despise.</div><div>Sometimes men take without asking.</div><br /><div></div><div>But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan.</div><div>With one obstacle.</div><div><br /></div><div>Emeric Marceaux doesn't just take.</div><div>He seizes my willpower and bangs it like a dark note.</div><div>When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything.</div><div>I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments. </div><br /><div></div><div>He's my obsession, my master, my music.</div><div>And my teacher. </div>