Could it be the intensity of the burn as the razor slice’s your inner thigh.
Perhaps you get off on the way it feel’s as the blood is flowing from a fresh cut
making roses bloom onto the soft white sheet.
You watch me as I methodically carve your new nick name into your leg
blood bitch,my dirty whore is what you are to Â me.
depraved by design you struggle to focus on the light that is slowly fading
just as you lose conciousness you feel a new sting as I burn the cut and close it off.
It is not gonna be over anytime soon,you scream as I tear the cut open with blade.
I pull the knife away & it is slick and red ,last thing you see as you faint.