Love, obsession, possession all entail the same thing. But who knew? That the harder you hold onto someone, sometimes all they'll do is slip through your hands. Like slippery soap. Like a fistful of sand on the beach. Love can't be forced. It's a choice.

"ahh ahnn hnng" The soft sobs of the girl resounded loudly in the huge room. "Let, hnn, me go, ahh" She screamed, as she reached out in an attempt to escape, but the man only grabbed her waist and thrusted harder. It was going to be a long night.