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We are the creatures of night.
We are the children of shadows.

You try not to see us. You try to deny our existence.

But at night, you crawl back to our sweet embrace.


You let me comfort you. You let me hold you close to my body.
Let me caress your hair gently.

What are you trying to hide?
They don’t know it, do they?
Your dark secrets…

That you are no better than us.

You crave for my whimpers and silent cries.
You like it when I’m completely under your control.

You can twist me broken any time you want.


You want me dressed in girls’ school uniform. Dark blue skirt; white, thin shirt; red tie; silly white knee socks.
“Don’t forget your panties”, you say.
And I wear them. Pink heart and cute lace.


Your gaze holds burning need.
First I was afraid of it, now it makes me feel desired.

You leave bruises on my hips, red crescent marks where your nails have dug in my skin.
Your kisses leave my lips red and bleeding.
You thrust into me so hard I scream in pain.

But I’m not scared of it.

I’m not scared of the beast inside you anymore.

I’m scared when it disappears and leaves you cut open.
I see nothing there.


Your tender caresses make me freeze in horror.

Stop.

I want to push you away.


But you have paid.

So I’m yours for now.

Yours to beat and love.