Peter sat in a poorly light room two candles burned in front of him. His silk robe open his toned body showing through. The floor he sat on was cold stone the walls were bare. His breathing level and calm red eyes fixed on the small flames before him.
Raising his arms he pushed the robe off of his body it fell behind him leaving him bare. With his right hand he grabbed a blade that lay next to him, checking the blade for any nicks in it even though he knows it's perfect. Taking the blade he dug the tip into his left fore arm stabbing through and dragged it down the veins till his left arm was practically split down the middle.
Dropping the blade he stared into the candles light as the edges got fuzzier and fuzzier.
"Well this going to be a rather pain," Peter said
Peter rose to his feet and drew designs and symbols over his pale skin in the crimson paint. Becoming light headed from blood loss he sat down taking the blade in hand again he placed the tip in between his collar bones at the base of his neck and pushed the knife through his skin.
He mouthed four words.
"I love you Master."
