*TRIGGER WARNING* At first, when his eyes landed on me, and he dissected my body with a hungry stare, I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until it was too late; when blood stained my skin, and the sick sound of skin on skin contact embraced my ears like a goddamn blanket, that I realised what was happening. But like I said, it was too late. Too late to get up off the desk and hide the limp. Too late to go home and wash away the sin. "Mr. Way?!" Too fucking late.All Rights Reserved