Searing pain scorching her skin after every kiss.

She tried vainly not to scream as he dragged his lips down her throat.

There had to be slices where his lips dweled on her skin.

He was ripping her apart and she could do nothing but hold the traitor

tears inside.

Because even though the pain felt like thousands of tiny daggers

she knew she would never be able to live without them.

without him...

When asked later if the deep scratches carved into her back from his nails

hurt she would reply...

No I was to busy being blinded by the pain of his razor blade kisses...