Blood Lust

Her screams are like the summer wind strong and full of heat. Her fate lies in the hands of a stranger so cold that her scream warms him. laughter rings out from deep in his core and thus chilling the summer scream. time ticks by slowly and she feels every drop of blood as it leaves her body. death is his gift and he does it well and with pride. no man can make a scene like he can every move memorized and sure. She fights this dark shadow but soon there is no resistance. she accepts each blow letting it consume her soul and loves him. She loves him for a moment for he is a teacher of death/ and as she lays there his voice sooths her broken body and she is finally one with the dark.