The night promised hope and redemption
That night, she hoped her sins would be forgotten
The man she had sold her soul to appear
Like a slithering snake making its way

He didn't just take away her soul
He didn't just let her hands explore
She didn't just struggle and say no
She didn't just let him destroy

The games they played took a higher level
With tools like ropes, locked doors and candles
The fire that burned from within, soared
Noises that escaped the mouths, longed for more

He came with a purpose
She promised to realise
He had no intention to love her
In the quiet of the night

So  he  left  her.

Gasping for the last breaths of life
Her body pinned to the bed
With a shiny red-stained knife
Her hands bore scars -

Ropes cutting the fair skin of her wrists.
Dripping blood, and a lipstick kiss on her neck.

She asked for it
and she got what she craved
a little blood
a rush of pain - a few thrusts to send her away.

She asked for it, paid for it.
He, smiled deviously as he left

The  quiet  place.