Cursed Ground

Obviously if he couldn’t tear himself away from her enough to consider the bleak mess that tainted the atmosphere of the living room, then clearly she had enough of an affect on him that he could presume that her company fogged and muddied his thoughts to an unpardonable extent.

Once he’d finished with her wrists, he focused his attention on tying the rope to the post. However, that temptation was a little more difficult to overcome because it meant she was forced to lie back on the bed. And in all relative positions in life, this was a situation he deemed as one of the most dangerous. Abstinence was damn near impossible in a circumstance in which a man sat next to an attractive woman lying in bed–near under him–and managed to restrain himself. It was like asking someone who was starving not to eat the food sitting on the plate in front of them.

He was a man with a high degree of discipline. However, even for him, focusing became an absurd notion and all sane thoughts seemed to scurry out of the room like a hoard of insects rushing toward a drop of honey.

He was very content with his disciplined nature until the passionate side of him erupted and conspired against his need to exact control. This wasn’t often, so when it did occur, he paid careful attention as to why it was happening. He was attracted to this woman. That was the obvious answer. But why? Of course she was lovely in her own way, but there were plenty of women above her station in both grace and beauty.

Then again, he always knew he appreciated women of quality inside and out, and the outward appearance was something one was born with rather than something one could take credit for. It was just a simple lottery of fortune verses misfortune. Yet, in the case of character, just about everyone could shape who they were and who they became. So, countenance was of no greater value to him than character, but he could reduce his interest in it even more if character made up for lack of beauty.

In this case, he wasn’t fully aware of her character but he must’ve seen something of it shining through last night, given the fact that her looks were not astounding yet he couldn’t make himself turn away from her.

So, he was enchanted by something within that shown without, but it didn’t make the bewitching any less difficult. During every occasion in which she was near, he had to work like hell just to function like a normal human being.