Trust Me

---Warning: Contains explicit scenes.

Before the moon shined brightest, a dark figure loomed across the room. "Gizelle." he whispered with his soft, yet cold breath. She suddenly sat up straight, clutching tightly on her pillow in hopes that it could somehow comfort her. Uncertain as to who was calling her, the dark figure was already on top of her, his shadowed face growing nearer and nearer. It was too dark to see who it was, but somehow, she recognized his voice. Gizelle quickly squirmed to the side of her bed to light the candle, only to be seized by the shadow. Her arms were above her head, and the shadow's body was pinning her down. She was defenseless with no way of escaping. "No!" she gasped, trying to break free from his strong grip, but alas, she failed. Gizelle was far too weak, her tears trickled gently down on her cheeks. She was like a lost child, shivering from fear and excitement. Gently closing her eyes, her body stiffened as she felt his voice over her ear, "I love you."