Painted Flowers

White roses are my favorite flowers. But he never gives me white . He always makes sure to paint them red with blood before giving them to me. I use to love flowers but now I hate them because it reminds me of how many lives I have taken . How many people have suffered because of me and he loves to remind me that always.

" Go on doll, smell the fragrance of these flowers, you love flowers right? Look I brought you your favorite one's c'mon smell them." He looks at me with that physco look in his eyes and whispers in my ear while bringing those flowers closer to my nose. " Your breath , your body , heart , smile everything is mine . I control you. I am your master and your owner doll . And I am going to make sure you never forget that ." My eyes closed as a lone tear escaped my eye.