His betrayal hit home, an arrow piercing the soft skin of my chest and ripping into my beating heart. She wasn't back, yet he kept her on a string. She was a red balloon, and he was an innocent demon, feeding on her discovery. My treason was at last exposed, my arms chained by the object of years infatuation. I was caught. Her ribbon was tied around his wrist, no rubber band. I was left tied to a rock, liver torn out by a cardinal, while he laughed.
