He sits on the chair
Bound and gagged
His eyes roam around him
Taking in the cold darkness
Then a spotlight shines.
He flinches and squints
Who's there, he screams
The gag serves its purpose.
He recoils in shock as she walks nearer
Her gaze cold and hard
She smiles and her laughter
resonates through the room
She sits astride him and caresses his cheek
Her fingers running down his chest
He squirms and struggles
The tape that bounds serves its purpose.
And then he heaves a sigh of relief
Or of pain.
As she slowly penetrates him
And the light reflects upon her face
Showing her vile side
The knife does its work.
Blood flows.
First the grief and the sadness
Next the anger jealousy lust goes
Then the love pumps out
Till nothing is left.
And he looks at her with glazed eyes
Something startles within her
Astonishment or maybe surprise
As if she is only just aware of what she has done
But it is too late.
She covers his eyes.
