If I could fade into the shadows on the wall I would, but that would be too simple a solution. There never is a simple solution with you. You savor your power over me and relish every moment of fear and confusion that you inflict upon me. To release me would end the game that you so love to play.

I did not ask to be your feast, your victim, and your latest toy. For some reason, you picked me out of that festive crowd on the last day of Mardi Gras as I made my way back to the hotel. I felt your presence even before I felt your cold, cold hand fall upon my bare shoulder. When you gathered me up unwilling into your powerful arms and I flailed against you, screaming, no one heard and if they saw, they were indifferent. 

With inhuman speed, you carried me to the ruined old mansion and feasted upon my blood, as I lay helpless and weak. I wish you had killed me that first time instead of throwing me into this purgatory in which I now exist…between hatred for you and a burning desire to feel your sharp teeth sinking into my tender flesh. It is the ecstasy of abandonment to you and the pleasure that is unlike anything I could ever have imagined in my wildest fantasies.

You watch my every move with eyes as dark as the far side of the moon. Your fingers play with my hair and you trace the landscape of my body with your tongue, nipping here and there to draw rivulets of my warm blood from which you cannot abstain. You dress me like a doll in lavish gowns of a time gone by. I want you to look upon me with desire, but I hate you for the need that torments my body and soul. If I could summon all my strength, I would run,
but I know there is no escape. The angels have even abandoned my soul that is too weak to plan revenge, a pay back to you, soulless creature.

Soon, you will be tired of me. You will bring me to death. Your last feast of my lifeblood will deliver me to the eternity of hell that awaits me because of my lust for you and the unholy pleasures that I can no longer deny. But, even hell would be better than the dark and cold existence in which you have imprisoned me.

Toy with me no more, creature of the night. Release me into the kinder darkness of hell.