To Be Tortured
Blood was pooling around me.
It was getting harder to keep my eyes open, closing them was a wish that only he could grant.
"STOP TORTURING ME! IS THIS WHAT I GET FOR LOVING YOU?" I screamed at him with the last of my strength.
It's tone full of bitter mockery. Suddenly, he stopped laughing as he came close to me and grabbed me by my hair pulling me closer that our lips were almost touching.
"Oh darling, don't you know? To love me is to be tortured." He said as he walked away leaving me in the dark, cold room.