Sick Pleasure

She was wearing white, nothing but white. From her hair to her shoes, she was covered in her signature color, a color usually associated with purity and all out good. Those qualities weren't Abby though, the complete opposite. She was nothing but a devil in white, and I was nothing but a toy for her to play with when she was bored. Yet I still wanted her with every fiber of my being.

Entered in To Be Loved... “There's a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there's no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.”