It is said that there is no greater love than that of the Sun and Moon. Every evening the Sun fades and sets just so his beautiful Moon can breathe. The moon whimpers silently as the twilight sets in. In the stillness of night; the Moon yearns for the warm rays of her Sun to caress her gently once again. The Sun sets on the idea that he will rise again to see his elegant Moon. The twilight calm sends ripples across space and time making the Sun feel warmer than he could ever feel. The Moon glistens in the night with their sparkling stars; as they shimmer in the sky baring testiment to their undying love. She aches for her Sun to rise, for as he rises and she sets is the brief moment they share the sky together. This feels like a lifetime worth waiting for. That is the power of love the two beings share

Dim light from the chamber faded as I walked out of the room; the door closing behind me. Dressed all in black, I knew one day I would die in the prison where my soul perished with hers. The more I descended down the spiral stair case- the more my mind became detatched from reality. In a place where only I am King.

I close my eyes remembering her seductively soft, feminine features. Those plump, crimson lips curved up in a naughty smile. Her dark brown eyes looking up in lustful passion, as she made her way to me crawling on the bed. I loved the way she would sensually moan out as I grabbed fistfuls of her silky, dark hair. “Master,” she would moan airly with sensuality dripping from her lips like honey.

I smile reminicing over the way my kitten looked at me when she was ready to be fucked. Those brown eyes would stare right through me. It drove me wild watching those dark tindrels fall over her face as she chewed on her bottom lip. It was as if being with her took me into a parallel universe of sexual desire and a drive to own her.

I miss the soft caress of her fingertips over the back of my hand. She would get this mischeivous look just before leaning in to nibble up and down my neck. That soft, gentle feel of her skin always sent shivers through my spine. The the taste from the kiss of her sweet lips always left me cringing for more.

Every day, I gave my all in everything I did, for her! Her love and praises were intoxicating to me. It seemed no matter how much I strived… it was never enough. That night I came home from work early thinking I’d surprise my baby girl with red roses. Lately, I was a very neglectful daddy. I was always just so tired and stressed from work. I wanted to give my baby a happy, comfortable life. I could hear the shower running down the hall accompanied by soft pants and moans to tickle my ears as I reached the door. 

Peeking in I could barely see through all the steam, making out her curvy goddess silhoutee pressed to the frosted glass. My eyes widen and my heart stops, dropping to the pit of my stomach. I watched as the shadow of another thrust in from behind her.

Shocked beyond words I could not breathe as my world around me collapsed. I doubted what my eyes were seeing in front of me! I tried to convince myself that everything was a dream. Any minute now, I will wake up and this will all just be a nightmare. I clench the roses tightly pricking my hand on a thorn.  My eyes follow the trail of crimson blood that rolls down and drips onto the floor. Pupils dialating, it was the moment my mind sparked an idea! My gaze suddenly falling onto a sharp, shiney razor on the sink. It was as if in that moment my idea of how to punish MY dirty slut was confirmed!

A sadistic smile twists on my lips as I grab the razor and slide it in my pocket. I lick the blood from my hand- the smell of blood filling my senses like fine wine. And why not let him take the fall? Revenge was like adding gourmet cheese to go with the blood stained wine. I sneak down quietly to the basement and try to keep my calm patiently and quietly until he left.

Night fills the sky, and the fire from my anger burns deeper within. My fingers twitch in anticipation with urges impossible to control. All my thoughts racing with what to do… with all that time to think; it presented so many options to me. The pain and heartbreak I felt was unimaginable. How could she do this to me? Seeking pleasure in the arms of another man?

I hear them talking in low, sensual tones. He pulls her close kissing her lips good bye. My rage builds as I watch her wrap her arms around his neck. It was when she smiled into their shared kiss my heart shattered. A tear rolls down my cheek as I whisper to myself, “Mine…”

I hold my breath watching her close the door. For a brief moment she leans against the door and sighs. How long has this been going on? I watch as she skips happily up the stairs, and I can’t help but to wonder if there was ever a time I made her feel like that? I emerge from my lurking in the darkness of the shadows creeping up behind her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. She jumps and spins in surprise with a look of alarm. That doe caught in head lights look made my lips twist in a smile she had never seen before. Her body shaking nervously in my arms as she stammers, “Daddy…”

I pulled my kitten close and kissed her in a way I’d never kissed anyone. It was a kiss so sinful, it was like succulent poison mixed with lust and jealousy. In that moment she could tell it was her last kiss good bye. I cupped my girl’s cheek and whispered in her ear, “My naughty slut needs punished. Master doesn’t allow any safe words tonight.”

I lead her to our chamber and chain her to the bed. I love the way her lips quivered and how her eyes watered. Something about her begging for daddy to forgive her as she was strapped down just aroused me. I took out the gag from the top drawer and lovingly placed it in her mouth, red lips wrapping around the black ball.

I watched her fear grow as I pull the razor from my pocket. I drag the sharp blade across her lovely breasts scarring and disfiguring them. Leaning my forearm into her sternum I wrap my hands as tightly as I can around her throat. Pushing the blade into her velvet neck the blade pierces my skin as well, our blood now fusing together. In that moment- we united as one.

A twisted passion began a whirl wind in my imagination. I pondered, ‘Could I actually bring myself to kill the woman I love?’ This was the woman I gave my heart, my soul… my love to. It hit me like a ton of bricks what I witnessed. I was so angry, but my cock started to harden and throb against her luscious, plasma covered body. Murdering this cunt, sex starving, cock- carving whore was a thrill that excited me. I remember slitting the bitch’s throat yelling, “FUCK YOU!”

However, just her throat wasn’t enough. I had to remind her until her last breath who she belonged to. Taking out my member, I shoved as hard as I could inside her screaming, “YOU CUNT! I FUCKING OWN YOU!”

I thrusted harder and faster, digging my hips as deeply as possible until her thighs were black and blue. Cumming one last time inside her, I felt as though I had marked her. Pulling out I looked down at her in disgust and spit on her body. I cupped her cheek in my hand and stroked her satin skin lovingly with my thumb. I pull back my arm and slap her across the face as hard as I could. Moving back I take the razor and carve my name into her cunt just above the smooth lips. ALL MINE!

Pulsating cries, deafening ears- I HAD TO SILENCE IT! A mere mute now, as I ripped her tongue from her mouth and she choked on all the blood. Dissecting her body as she was my medical condavor. Making sure I cut no vital nerves, as she has to suffer. Silently she is begging and praying to die. I look down at my blood stained hand knowing it was almost over as I cut out my own tongue. Sharing that one last kiss representing a blood given romance. Just like that- my temper rose as hell’s fire ignited within. Cutting and digging into her succulent throat until I held her head in my hand. I finally stood over her mangled and manipulated corpse that was drenched in cum and blood. I looked in the mirror and noticed this blissful smile upon my face, I faintly remember making. I closed my eyes laying back as if in a happy dream, pleased by what I had just done.

As if drifting out of a fog, I was shaken when blue and red lights flashed outside my window. I hear a loud voice calling for me to come out. Apparently, I could be seen through the window. How could I forget to close those blinds? I won’t run. I would take pride in owning up to my deeds. I come out hands raised. For months I go without speaking or making eye contact. Eventually, they lock me up and put me in a white, padded room. Guess I was just… criminally insane? HAHAHAHA!

Five years have passed now; today being the anniversary. For the first time I pick up a pen and a notebook. Without saying a word I write down every deed and every word. Recounting everything that happened that night; without making eye contact my statement is handed to the doctor. A sly and crazed look crosses my face. I close my eyes releasing a moan of pure pleasure with my final words on paper, ’And it just felt so…. so AMAZING!!! I would kill her again if I could. You know that perfect kind of love we shared? The perfect, razor- blade romance.'

The almost forgotten folds of time written in blood terrified the silly girl infatuated with having her heart stolen.

Yet, as if being lifted by invisible threads the fear of breaking crippled and fascinated her; putting her in awe of her addiction.

Her nightmares hung hauntingly like thick fog. Her vision dull from mist, she looks in the mirror seeing herself as a dismembered bride.

Cruel fate intercepted time twisting her life around. The clocks around her stopped ticking the moment he left her constricting the beating of her heart; with no sympathy.

She was drowning fast in her tears as the storm ravaged her heart. Her heart once full exploded inside her chest. Her cries of pain and sadness piercing the dark stillness.

Echoes taunting her restless slumber, “Don’t let the blood stain your precious virtue, my darling.”

She wakes with little enthusiasm lighting all the candles. Possessing a lively mind that made her shudder from the melancholy she felt so deeply.

Gazing blankly into the fire, she watches the flames licking the pieces of her heart to ash.

It is said that there is no greater love than that of the Sun and Moon. Every evening the Sun fades and sets just so his beautiful Moon can breathe. The moon whimpers silently as the twilight sets in. In the stillness of night; the Moon yearns for the warm rays of her Sun to caress her gently once again. The Sun sets on the idea that he will rise again to see his elegant Moon. The twilight calm sends ripples across space and time making the Sun feel warmer than he could ever feel. The Moon glistens in the night with their sparkling stars; as they shimmer in the sky baring testiment to their undying love. She aches for her Sun to rise, for as he rises and she sets is the brief moment they share the sky together. This feels like a lifetime worth waiting for. That is the power of love the two beings share. 

There is no more terrifying site

Than that of these blood stained days

It is a sight that inspires fear

Fear, a contagious fever

Taking hold of all rational thought

Bringing with it delirium

She appears so dark and dead

Her eyes fading

Losing the light that shines

A single drop of blood

Draws her

Like fine wine to her nose

With her last breath

She inhales the succulent scent of Death

Death comes clinging

Like lonely leaves

On bare, silver trees

Darkness falling over her

Like a lady’s black, lace veil in mourning

Seeing the heavens open

She knew there was no other road to travel

This fateful night she knew

Death was now the keeper of her soul

He was a legend that banished all hope

Whispered by the fallen souls

That carried on ghostly, grey mists

Death appears like a welcomed seduction

Dressed elegantly in black

Becoming her Master

He takes her hand

Leading her down the spiral stairs

Into their new abode

A place detached from reality

In a frosted, glass dome

It is a world where he is King

And she, his Queen

She was a marvelous facination to behold

Like worlds living upon worlds within her soul

Open and free flowing to the ebbs and pulls of life

Taking pleasure and joy in all thoughts silent and shared

She wasn’t one for materialistic things, but desired a bond

Something happened when she put away things of old

The quake and shake of chaos were all too familiar

Where calming peace felt alarming and threatening

Her most loved treasures were things that were abandoned and forgotten

Something about beauty in pain just struck a chord

Maybe, it was because she felt the same, in some strange way

But in a brief moment, as she reflected on all they shared

She realised what she couldn’t believe

Although, both the building and the girl were left alone

Both stood tall to weather their storms

With a foundation that never collapsed

Her eyes gazed over all the ivy and growth surrounding the lonely place

The way the sunset behind the rooftop, with the light softly fading

An air of hopeful longing caused her to walk the isolated halls

Running her hands along the walls she closed her eyes

Wishing they could open up and talk, wondering if they were lonely too

Closing her eyes she could see the home in its prime

A time where things were happy and joyful

With new memories to be made around every corner

The building without speaking a word stood silently

Conveying all her soul could not

Once filled with love, happiness, and laughter

An empty shell that stands alone

And in the halls you hear her scream

I was once loved too…