The soft, sweet touch of death.. I shiver with excitement as his ice-cold hands carress my body.. My heart begins to race and pound, he doesn't make a sound. Not one word, not a sigh.. So dark and mysterious, I get so shy.. His footsteps silent, his eyes pitch black.. Moaning lightly under the sheets upon my bed.. I shiver againn. A chill filled kiss.. I've never known a feeling like this. He takes my hand, holds me down.. Whispers not to make a sound. He covers my mouth and I open my eyes.. A dream turned real, his pitch black eyes. I start to strugle, he hits me hard, I thought I would be forever scarred. He pulls up my dress, asks if I like it.. When he does what he does, I dont wanna fight it.. I can't move, I start to moan.. Now I see the anger shown..He hit me hard until I screamed, I can taste the blood in my mouth, and feel the tears stream... Then he leaves, not a word.. not a sigh.. Just a smile as I say goodbye.. I've never been this satisfied.. Im bruised, and sore, bleeding.. a whore.. his whore. I sit, secretly hoping for his return.