His kind were always beautiful, their faces were like satin. They were the only ones who seemed to be able to survive on this now wanton planet. The rest of us, we were damned.
I hope you.. My thoughts were lost on him, he was inching closer, his fingers pressed to my chin, their warmth burning into me. My oxygen mask, slowly beginning to be clenched by his other hand.
“Hope what darling?” He inquired, his head cocked to the side, lips open in a genuine amused curiosity. I dared not to meet his tawny eyes, their liquid depths daring to kill me, to throw me into the earth with force.
I bit back a retort, turning to him once more, I hope you burn. That was, after all, the reason they had locked me in this hellhole.
Burning. It intoxicated me, it was my anti drug. Watching the flames spark and dance under the softly luminscent moon was beautiful. It captured me, luring me into its soft embrace, cuddling my body until my mind was set free.