Her: I-I... I need to ESCAPE! From this hell...! Anything! Just ANY fucking THİNG to distract me from it!! To make me FORGET!!! But what is IT, I truly want to escape? İs it the terrors against whom, İ sought refuge, or is it my fucking refuge i need to ESCAPE against...?! My DARK desires? My un-lived fantasies...? The pain İ escape? The Touch, or it's terror that İ crave...? Him: Oh! She is just so Fucking beautiful when she shivers like this... It's like I can almost taste the chills crawling down her spine... Not from the blizzard but from my and only my eyes___ my stare, my glare and my gaze! I just cannot get enough of her... I want to twist her, touch her, break her... I like her best that way... Broken in the most beautiful way... broken for me... She is drawn to fire, and I will be the hell for my Little Moth!