She Knew.

Trapped is what he feels. Encased in her little web of lies, sex and endless love. Soft skin against his, it was thrill. He wanted it. She's a victim, a little sad game. Victim of lies. Victim; helpless and unable to save.

If only she knew what she was doing to him. If only she knew how much he needed her, how much she actually meant to him.

She kisses him. She screams at him, angry. Tears cascade down her angelic face, warm and raw. They create red streaks as if the tears were claws scratching at her.

It's wrong, he says. Whether he thinks it or not, if only she knew.

Trapped, this is what trapped is like. A man and a woman, an affair that they will never forget.
A secret life for two years.

No! She yells. She actually thinks she's talking to him.

She knew, she knew what she was doing. She has it planned, down to the tiniest little fault or thought.

She knew everything.