Toying with an idea

I toyed with it.
It had been wanting to get away from me. It had been, for the longest time now, wanting to escape from my clutches.
But I toyed with it, giving it a push and shove, yet holding on to the leash which held it fast.
It was hot, angry and fire raged all around it.
I could feel it scorching me; I could breathe the sulphuric fumes.
But I held on to it without fear.

Today, I toyed with it.
I opened a window and let loose the chains a little longer.
I pretended not to hold the chains and hid in one corner, a dark foreboding corner, where the sunlight could never set foot; where eyes could only dream of penetrating; where night always fell and stay fallen.
It crept towards the window, always peering back, yet it crept towards it.
And from the corner of my eye, I observed it, chuckling to myself.
It heard the taunting snicker reverberate through the echoing room.
It flared with anger and hate, so fiery that I could feel it burning my hairs in my little dark corner. The heat tore at my skin, cooking my flesh and I could smell the charred stench fried human suffuse my olfactory senses.
And with the ferocity of a thousand raging bulls, it took a mighty leap at the window...
and I whipped back at the chains.
It landed on the ledge, teetering, struggling to fall out, yet, I was tugging it back in.
The chains were red with heat, searing into my hands, blistering, and sticking fast to it. It filled me with such immense pain, yet it felt so pleasurable, joyful in fact, just clenching it tight in my fist. Pain didn't exist as I was tugging at it, cackling with so much laughter at toying with it, balancing precariously on the window ledge.
The enraged thing burst into flames of a magnitude that the brightest Sun would shy back into night. Fortunately I was in my dark corner, the corner of nothingness. Despite suffering from the burns, I would never die from it.
I laughed even louder, jeering at it, sneering and with a mighty tug at the chains ... ...

I blinked and dabbed my eyes with a tissue.