The sun is coming up.  I didn’t sleep at all.  Why?  Why did she reject my touch?  I couldn’t get her shaking image out of my mind.  I couldn’t think of anything else.

I look through the window, into the room.  She is lying there, her black hair disheveled, spread beneath her….

I need to be in there with her.

I want to run her hair through my fingers, taste it, smell it.  I can’t get it out of my head.

I give in and open the door.  Why should I have to restrain myself?  She is MINE.  I will do as I please.

I walk in and close the door behind me.

She stirs, but she doesn’t wake.  So sweet.  So innocent.  Her life is entirely in my hands.

I walk over to her. 

SO precious.  So beautiful.  She is a doll, and she belongs to me.  I lie next to her.

Her eyes are closed.  Off in some peaceful place.  This face she is making… I want to distort it.

I reach out my hand.

Slowly, so that she doesn’t wake, I run my fingers down her face.  Starting at her brow and trailing down her cheek until I’m tracing her lips.

All I want to do is show her… show her how much she means to me, show her how beautiful she is.

I caress the side of her face.  I can’t take it.  I squeeze harder and harder, gripping the side of her face.

She opens her eyes.

I watch her.  She is hazy at first, just waking up.  She doesn’t know what’s happening yet.  I look into her eyes, waiting for her to realize.  Realize where she is.  I want to see her expression distorted.  I want to see the fear on her face.  I want to see it so much.  I need to.

My face is inches from hers.

Her eyes lock on mine and I see surprise wash over her face, followed by realization, and lastly fear.

Interesting!!  So amusing!!  I love this about her.  I love HER!!!

Her face contorts and she opens her mouth.

Quickly, I cover her mouth with my hands.  We’ll have none of that.  No more screaming!  No more!!

I press my hand firmly into her lips.  So soft!  I want to taste them, I want to mess them up. 

I can hear her muffled screams from beneath my hand.  Why won’t she stop?  Who does she think will hear her?  Nobody is coming.  It is hopeless.  I wish she would stop.  I need her to stop.  I’ll MAKE her stop.

I reach my free hand behind her head and firmly grab her by the hair.  Gathering her soft black hair in my hand sends shivers down my spine.  I almost lose myself in the sensation.

No.  NO. 

I must hold back.  I need her to stop this behavior.

I roll over on top of her, pressing her small frame into the hard concrete floor.  Her screams become faint and I feel her chest wildly pressing into me, trying to lift up my body in order to fill itself with air.  She makes a gasping, choked noise. 

Hot, short breaths hit the palm of my hand covering her mouth.  So warm.  She’s lovely.  You’re LOVELY!!  Her nose fills with snot and she struggles to suck air through my fingers.  I LOVE it.  Part of me twitches.

With my hands almost wrapping completely around her head, I bring her face close to mine.  My eyes fill her entire vision, her eyes fill mine.

So beautiful.

Her eyes are so blue.  BLUE!! BLUE like the sky!!! It’s striking!  She’s striking!  How was she able to hold onto her pure innocence this long??  Such a good girl.  GOOD Girl!!

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I look into those eyes, they fill my world.  I need more.  More of them.  I want to put them in a glass case.  I want to wear them around my neck.

I open my mouth, letting my tongue hang out.

I don’t lose focus on her eyes.  I can’t.  I won’t let myself. I WON’T!  I near her eye.

She suddenly shuts her eyes tightly.

What?

WHAT!!

WHAT IS SHE DOING!!!!

I’m angry.  I’M ANGRY!!  ANGRY AT HER!! 

How could she?!!  HOW could she REFUSE me???

YOU do not hold the power!!!  I do!!  ME!!!

Removing my hand from the back of her head, I shove her head hard into the floor.

There is a pained shriek from the other side of my hand, but its faint and muffled.

I smile down at her.  But she can’t see me.  Her eyes…

Her eyes are still closed!!!

I once again place my free hand on her head, my fingers on her eye lid.

I force open her right eye.

Her pupil is shaking, expanding and contracting.  I watch it.  It’s amazing.

She struggles beneath me, but with the lack of oxygen and my weight on top of her, she is unable to do anything.

I once again bring my tongue closer to her face.

At last.

At last!

At last!  At LAST!!  AT LAST!  AT LAST!!  AT LAST!!!

I lick it.  I lick it slowly.  I savor it.  It’s so good.  The taste fills me!

I want to roll it around in my mouth!!  For a second, I’m tempted to do so.  But I can’t.  Not yet.  It’s not time for that.  Not time to go that far.  She needs to know she is safe.  Safe with me.  She NEEDS to know.  She needs to FEEL.  Reluctantly, I draw back.

At some point, her screams had died down.

I look at her face again.  Her eye is red, and I can feel her eyelids twitching violently beneath my fingers, struggling to close. 

Those beautiful whites.  They are now stained.  Stained….  STAINED!!  STAINED RED!!! 

I release my grip on her entirely.  Her eyes blink several times, and she struggles to cough.  Unable to catch her breath.  That red.  It is still on her eye.  I can’t stop looking at it.

It’s irritating.  Her eye was so beautiful.  So PERFECT!!!  Why does it look like this????  Why is it so red!!  Its beauty from before is gone!!  Gone ENTIRELY!! 

But that red.  It covers the white.  It breaks free and consumes it, cutting into the pure colorless white, destroying it.

I imagine her white skin, stained with red.  That thought...  I can’t get it out of my head.  It CONSUMES me.  I HAVE to see it!!  But not now.  SOON.  SOON!!!  I look forward to the future.

I lift my body off of her, standing up.  Her coughing becomes violent.  She lies there on her side, curled up, sucking in the air I’ve granted her. 

I won’t feed her. Not today.  Not yet.  She needs to earn it.  She needs to learn.

I need to plan the next step.  I need time to think.  I need time to get the red out of my mind.

Turning my back to her, I leave the room.