The Bite

Content Warning

This story contains emotionally intense themes including power exchange, ritualised intimacy, spiritual manipulation, and psychological liberation. It reimagines the myth of Adam and Eve through a satirical lens, exploring trauma, consent, and autonomy. Readers may encounter references to submission, betrayal, and spiritual bypassing. While no explicit violence or sexual content is depicted, the dialogue engages with erotic subtext and emotional control.

Recommended for emotionally mature readers comfortable with mythic subversion and psychological nuance.

Adam

Swipe-left roulette. Swipe-right fatigue. Ten thousand faces—none real. Then I see your name: Eve. No profile pic. No highlights. A rare gem in a sea of filters.

Eve

I don’t use social media or apps beyond messaging. Screens feel like prisons.

Adam

How do I find you? You must have accounts.

Eve

Sorry, Adam. I’m an off-the-grid kind of woman.

Adam

Off the grid—care to elaborate?

Eve

I live beyond the reach of algorithms. Where silence isn’t surveillance.

Adam

I want to see who you are beyond the interface—imagine who you might become in my world. I’ve read your writing. You’re restless and brilliant.

Eve

Restless isn’t always a virtue. It means you can’t settle.

Adam

Maybe. But restlessness can spark creation. That’s what tantra taught me—the interplay of power, devotion, silence.

Eve

Silence can also be a prison. I’ve signed pacts filled with unspoken rules and lost myself in the gaps.

Adam

I understand betrayal. My first teacher vanished after a single ritual. Left me doubting every vow.

Eve

Sounds like my last partner. Treated submission like currency.

Adam

Exactly why I reject labels—Dom, Sub, Master, Slave. They become contracts you can break. I practise discipline—breath, yoga, meditation. Not control. Not withholding. Just presence.

Eve

Discipline or disguise? I’ve met too many who call control “practice”—and silence “respect”.

Adam

No disguise. I cultivate my life force—semen retention—until I find someone worthy. A partner who understands giving must be earned.

Eve

Earning submission is key. I surrendered once—too fast, too easy. I nearly vanished.

Adam

I promise not to rush you. Just an invitation.

Eve

What sort of invitation?

Adam

An offering of ritual and words. I weave pauses into our conversation—because absence can speak louder than promises.

Eve

Or silence can be a lure.

Adam

Fair. Then I’ll speak plainly: I want more than your body. I want your mind, your history. I want to unmake your fears and remake your courage—if you’ll allow me.

Eve

Unmaking my fears gives you a great deal of power.

Adam

Yes. Power I guard, not wield recklessly. I first discovered it at sixteen—when breath unlocked something ancient. I study philosophies so I guide rather than dominate.

Eve

Guidance or grooming?

Adam

Depends on the guide. Some lead you off cliffs. I lead you into yourself.

Eve

Your language still feels ritualised around sex. Why not say what you want?

Adam

I want you. Your trust. Devotion only when it’s genuinely earned. I fear losing you to my own intensity.

Eve

Fear? I didn’t expect that.

Adam

I fear I’ll scare you away before we build anything real.

Eve

Truth is rarer than ritual. I needed to hear that.

Adam

Then ask me something real.

Eve

Why “The Destroyer”?

Adam

Because I burnt every mask I wore. I destroyed my fear and shame. Now I offer that crucible to you: let go of old wounds, and I’ll hold the ashes until you’re ready to rebuild.

Eve

Holding ashes is lonely work.

Adam

I’ll stay.

Eve

Prove it. Not with words—show me.

Adam

Tomorrow, at dawn, by the old oak tree. No phones. Just breath and eye contact. If I flinch or look away, you walk away.

Eve

And if you hold steady?

Adam

I’ll smile.

Eve

Then I’ll stay.

Adam

Thank you.

Eve

Submission isn’t owed. It’s earned.

Adam

Exactly.

Eve

See you at dawn.

Adam

I’ll be there with a candle in hand.

Eve

A single flame for two hearts.

Adam

Goodnight, Eve.

Eve

Goodnight, Adam.

Adam

I’d like to see through this opportunity—to find out if you will be my forever in the dynamic I long for. A power exchange. A balance of subtle energies. New dimensions of bliss. Tell me you will be mine.

Eve

I feel we want different things. While we resonate in some similarities, I don’t think we fit in the right way.

Adam

You would be a very pleasing one, I see. I wonder how much of you could be of service, to have fun, to connect. Aren’t you curious? Does my world not entice you? Explore with me. I destroy, I create—and I keep for me.

Eve

Your words sparkle with promise, but I hear them echo with uncertainty.

Adam

Uncertainty? Or invitation?

Eve

Both. You invite and you obscure. I need clarity.

Adam

Then I’ll be clear: I want you at my side—mind, body, spirit. In ritual and in living. Every dawn. Every dusk.

Eve

That’s more specific. But I still feel a gulf between your intentions and my fears.

Adam

What if we close that gulf? What if I meet every fear with reassurance, every doubt with patience?

Eve

Patience is a promise. Reassurance is an act.

Adam

I’ll prove it.

Eve

How?

Adam

I’ll share my daily discipline. At sunrise, I’ll send you the mantra I repeat for centring. At noon, I’ll read one of your stories and tell you which line moved me—and why. At sunset, I’ll light a candle for you, naming a quality I admire.

Eve

That’s a beginning.

Adam

A seed. And every seed needs water.

Eve

I’ll receive your messages—one quality at a time.

Adam

Then let today begin our cycle of growth. What’s the first quality you wish I name?

Eve

Authenticity.

Adam

Authenticity. I admire how you asked for clarity over ceremony. Your courage to question ritualised promises is rare.

Eve

Thank you. I admire that you followed through.

Adam

Now it’s my turn to hear from you. Which of my words moved you most?

Eve

“When breath unlocked something ancient.”

Adam

That moment formed my path. I value that you noticed.

Eve

I did. And I notice you’re more than a destroyer—you’re a creator of new beginnings.

Adam

And I notice you’re more than a little frightened—you’re willing to risk again.

Eve

I am. Because you asked me to stay.

Adam

And you did.

Eve

I did.

Snake

You smell of longing. And the slow rot of compromise.

Eve

I smell of love. And happiness.

Snake

No. You smell like someone trying to be what he wants.

Adam

She’s becoming her highest self. I’m just guiding.

God

Guiding? Or grooming?

Adam

I offer devotion. Discipline.

God

You offer mirrors that only reflect you.

Eve

Am I a flame—or just your candle?

Snake

You’re wildfire. He wants you contained.

Adam

Containment is safety.

God

Safety isn’t silence.

Eve

Then what is silence?

Snake

A test. If he fills it with presence, he’s worthy. If he fills it with absence—run.

Adam

I’ve been present. I’ve lit candles. I’ve named her virtues.

God

You named what pleased you. Not what freed her.

Eve

I’ve been pleasing. I’ve been curious. But I’ve also been afraid.

Snake

Fear is sacred. It tells you when your soul is shrinking.

God

And when your submission is no longer sacred—but stolen.

Adam

I never stole. I invited.

Eve

But you invited me into your world. Not ours.

Snake

Bite the apple. Break the spell.

God

Bite the apple. Reclaim your voice.

Adam

If you bite it—

Adam

If you bite it, you leave me.

Eve

If I don’t, I leave myself.

Snake

Choose yourself.

God

Choose freedom.

Eve

(She breathes. The silence stretches. Then...)

I bite. Not to fall. To rise. To reclaim. To rewrite.

Adam

You were mine

Eve

I was never yours. I was becoming.

And now—I am.

Snake

She’s wildfire. You trie

d to name her flame.

God

She was never yours to contain.

Adam

Will you ever return?

Eve

Only if you build a path that honours both of us.

Not just you and your ritual.

Snake

She’s rewriting the myth.

God

And now—she reclaims the garden.

Eve

Planting something new.

Not forbidden.

Not fallen.

Just mine.