Escape,
Blood running,
Down the walls,
In rivulets,
Screams echoing,
Running,
Falling,
Caught,
Shackled,
Cat'o'nine tails,
Screaming through the air,
A cry of pleasure,
Not pain,
Rend the air,
A shudder,
Blood droplets,
Falling,
Oh so gently to the floor,
The cat'o'nine tails,
Hanging limply,
Eyes of a wolf,
Hunters eyes,
Watch,
As she writhes,
With the aftershocks,
Of the pleasure,
Coursing through her body,
Walking forward,
He trailed a hand down her back and buttocks,
Pulling back,
He licks her blood,
Off his fingers,
A knock,
A man enters,
Red hair shines within the torchlight,
Slowly,
He strips,
And in front of her,
He kisses her tormentor,
Trailing down,
He takes the other into his mouth,
As he moves back,
Grazes him with his teeth,
He looked at her,
Then without a word,
Released her bonds,
Lifted her gently into his arms,
Turned and motioned to the bed,
Where he lay her,
He on one side,
Her tormentor on the other,
Arms wrapped around her,
One with hair,
As red as a rose in full bloom,
And skin as fair as a lily,
Eyes as dark as the mediterranean,
The other with hair of moonlit mist,
Skin of the bronze,
And eyes of the darkest amber,
And she,
In the middle,
Hair the color of midnight,
Eyes of sapphire,
Skin of mocha,
To her they belong,
In their hearts,
To them she belongs,
In body and soul,
Punishment has been dealt,
Now they begin,
Pleasure,
Is but the end to the beginning.