Devil Music

Frigid and pale, my hands are tied behind my back.
I can hear her footsteps echoing behind me.
The light glistens on my skin from the grate above.
She burns me with her cigarette, guiding me with pain.
And she stood there, watching, lusting.
Her desire for human flesh is potent in the air.
No one will ever hurt me the way you do.
Her cold touch grazes my cheek before her fingers enter my mouth.
Her scent is hypnotizing.
Sweat pours down the edge of my back.
She grabs my hair, pulling my head backward and whispers into my ear.
“I want to watch you suffer.”
“I want to feel your pain.”
She turns around, revealing her broken wings.
No one will ever hurt me the way you do.