She straddled his chest, his own spear used against him
And she flashed the ropes in front of his face
It didn’t take her long, a pirate from Hell
And he found himself bound, not an inch to move
He felt a little relieved, she’d have to undo the cuffs
If she wanted him naked, or something close
He didn’t count on the dagger that she pulled
His trench coat was destroyed, but she merely smirked
It wasn’t long before his attire was gone
And she teased him a bit, the steel biting cold
She slid easily out of her tight little top
And raised her hips to get rid of the pants
He was sure she wouldn’t, no, not her
How well did he really know her?
She leaned down, licking his jaw
Tracing a map to his ear, and her voice was
Silky, slightly deep, and she warned him
‘It takes you a month to come back, I’d assume…
Don’t make me test it…’ and she pulled back
With a chaste kiss on his lips
He was curious, what did she plan on doing
And he watched the dagger glint in the light
She lowered it slowly, and his heart sped up
And the metal pierced his skin
He shut down his senses, writhing in pain
And when she was done…
He was marked… the message scrawled across him
She walked away, bare hips swaying, and she called over her shoulder
‘I love you Darrier. You’re a good drawing board.’
The message itself was as clear as day
‘Property of Cyanide’ was all it said, but above it
Etched above his heart was a crescent moon and a star
Resting on the forehead of a skull
Cyanide’s symbol, placed on everything she owned

And she left him there

Ok. The poem and Cyanide are mine. I’ll sue if you use them without my permission. Darrier is used WITH permission and belongs to Kiddo/Lady Kiddo/Kelsey/child_dragon, whichever name you know her as. This was just me trying really hard to freak Darrier out since my poems about corpses weren’t phasing him. Stupid immortals. But I won! Ha! Kiss my ass Darrier!