Agony and Ecstacy

Smooth, sharp. Cool to the touch. Glinting, reflecting light an instrument of torture. It gives me pain and pleasure. My god and my devil. Small and insignificant. But more precious to me than gold. My razor blade. They say diamonds are a girl\'s best friend. Well, I\'m not likie the other girls. Other girls with their shiny souls, bright smiles. There ain\'t nothing bright about me. If you asked me what I looked like awhile ago I would have said Dark hair, brown eyes, golden skin. Typical African-American girl. But that was before my life went to hell. My twisted, winding descent into perversion. Now all I see and am is shrouded in a crimson haze filling my vision, eclipsing all else. It\'s funny how I can still be a virgin, yet a whore. A whore for my metallic master. Like a junkie, willing to do anything to feel his stinging caress against me. reminders of past encounters adorning my flesh in jagged patterns. My cutting lover. Can\'t bring him to meet the folks. A faithful companion, there to gift me with an orgasmic release. It hurts so good. The agony and the ecstacy.