A knife caressed against your skin, in a pale coolness against the warmth of your form. You recoil, take a sharp inhale, then exhale between your teeth, your breath, ghosting above you, in cold wispy wind, it drifts softly, blurring vision. A bright ray of light, and silence follows, in the most pitiful way, does it hang over you, in the most obnoxious manner, eyes glaze softly in the moonlight. A warm hand, to twirl, an excess strand of hair, pressed between two fingers, a snip, a clean cut, gone. Your hand pulled towards the form of another, kiss pressed to the top of your hand, the knuckle, all along your fingers, in loving adoration, your admirer does as they are told, rehearsed, and have done prior. A gnawing hunger, and guilt, was felt in each touch of your glowing skin, a peculiar hue, in the dark light of Devildom.
