Sickened by this fascination,

So sadistic and weak,

Watching your blood trickle down that deep valley,

Through the shadow’s your breasts which quiver in masochistic pleasure,

Bathed in darkness I watch you drag…

Oh, god, how I shiver as you drag your nails across your ribs,

Creating rivers of blood to flow down the arctic desert of your stomach,

Into the crater of your navel…

Too overflow and drip down so sinfully…

Drip and mix…

Wicked lust, all I can do is whine against my gag…

You look up, fire in those eyes…

Crawling to where I am chained nearly naked, arousal heightened…

My breasts swelling against the ragged clothe that is my cover…

For retribution has come…