Drip, drip, drip

The blood hit the cold, stone floor in a constant rhythm that never ceased. It caressed my face in the darkest of temptations. It would be so easy to give in, to surrender that part of myself for the lush, velvety red that covered me but I couldn't, not when she stared with those cold, dull eyes that never left.

The sound of boots made me look up and there he was, my jailer, my torturer, my nightmare in living form. He looked at me with eyes that gleamed with sinister delight.

"You know you have to give in sometime" Came the silky voice that was as deceiving as his eyes.

I looked down at her again, at the accusing eyes and I couldn't, I wouldn't.

"Oh, come on. It's not like she's going to need it anymore. Don't let it go to waste"

But I couldn't.


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