she carved a heart onto his cheek

a lone tear ran down, following the curve of his newest wound

she smiled and licked the bloody tear

he hated himself but it sent shivers down his spine

she carved bits of him off and he willingly lets her

sharpened the blade for her

he belongs to her

whispered his fears into her ear and smiled as she took advantage of them, tortured him

used and abused him in the way only a lover can

she whispered her love with every flourish of the blade, every needle in his spine, every tantalizingly lick of her razor blade tongue

one day she would kill him

they both knew it

maybe today

soon

and he always answered when she called

ran when she said she was close

her obedient slave

his true love