K A L O P S I A

TWENTY - EIGHT

"I'm going to start easy."
"Okay."

"What is your name?"
"Little Nightingale,"
He tenderly kissed her shoulder
"Good girl. Next question. Who am I?"
"You're my monster,"
"Very good, nightingale,"
He grinned against her skin
delivering another gentle kiss

"Do you like living here?"
"Y-Yes,"
The leather whip pressed against her neck

"Are you happy here with me?"
his voice was a hiss
grip tightening like a python

"Do you love me?"
She nodded, tears threatening to fall
"Speak, nightingale,"
"Y-Yes,"
The whip descended down against her back
yelping in pain, she gripped the sheets

The monster tutted in her ear
"Are you sure, nightingale?"
"Yes . . . yes."
"Yes, what?" he fisted a hank of her hair
"Yes, I love you,"
the leather found its home again
this time on her buttocks
she screamed

"Are you willing to die for me?"
he was starting to lose control
and his temper

Tugging painfully on her scalp
he made her lean backward
right against his chest

Something cool and silvery was gliding down
her bare stomach
till it hit her pubic bone
whimpering, the first tear slid down her cheek
it was a blade