Pitch black darkness surrounds me.
I lay here peacefully when a sudden hand caresses my cheek. A familiar hand; a warm hand that rubs my cheek and runs its fingers through my hair, letting me know I'm safe. I'm infatuated by this motion and embrace it. The hand explores to my back and gently touches it, sending chills down my spine, leaving goosebumps to trickle over my body like the softness of rain drops.
Then there's another hand, mimiking the same moves, and I feel anxious. But a pair of soft lips barely touch mine and I'm aware of who I'm being tortured by.
It was Him. He's the one who knows the ways to make me go insane. And he doesn't mind using it, as he lightly presses his warm lips on my neck, testing my body. Then a slight prick of his teeth dig into my skin, making my blood rush faster and my heart beat louder.
I am weak for his touch, and his silence is truly mysterious.
