Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain your thrill

The candle's flame expired around what seemed to be midnight. The cold air swept through the room, making it almost impossible for the flame to stay lit all through the night. At this point, I knew where I was, and I wasn't scared anymore. The only thing bothering me now was the cold brick on my back and the leaking ceiling. My black lace bra and panties were beginning to wear through and about to fall from my body. I had been in this position, chained to a basement wall, for what felt like a week. I had been adjusting frequently, scraping myself against the brick almost the whole time. Except when he would come down. Then I would be unchained and smacked, or thrown against the floor, the wall, the bars on one side of the room. Wherever he wanted to throw me. I had come accustomed to all of this. It was torture, it was brutal, and it was so beautiful to him. He was enamored with the blood on my skin, and the blood coming from my mouth. My pain put a smile on his face. He seemed heartless, and his piercing blue eyes sent spikes into my back.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone or anything. I wanted to touch him, feel his warmth. I wanted to taste him. I couldn't understand these feelings that I had; that I wanted something so forbidden from someone so monstrous. The blood coming from my arms and legs didn't matter to me anymore, what mattered was him. Any person with sense would have tried with all of their might to escape from this awful place, but I couldn't get enough. Every part of my soul was telling me that what I was feeling was wrong, but I still wanted it.

Your mouth so hot
Your web I'm caught
Your skin so wet
Black lace on sweat

As the days passed, I couldn't handle it anymore. I couldn't take the waiting to see if more was coming. More from the passion I saw in his eyes every time he hit me. I couldn't handle waiting to see if more was going to come of the intimate tension I felt every time he walked into the room. Finally while I was given my food, I pretended to spill it on the floor so he would kneel next to me. I leaned toward him slowly and placed my lips upon his. I felt the warmth from his mouth and body fill mine. I wasn't cold anymore. His skin was wet and he pulled my body quickly against his. It was more than I had imagined. The passion and the terror all combined in one was marvelous.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

He began to whistle as he would make his way down the stairs. Sometimes he would call down to let me know he was coming. I was on edge as I waited each time for him to reach my anticipating body. I wanted to hear him say my name. I wanted to reciprocate his actions and watch as he enjoyed it as much I did. All of these things were so wrong, but they were just so wonderful. I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to stay. I didn't want to ever leave this.

Poison lyrics borrowed from Alice Cooper. They are not my own.