Beauty Must Die

Smooth hands glide over my face. His touch sends, tingling vibes. He leans closer and kisses my red lips. Cold lips touch mine. I shiver with anticipation. Releasing he moves behind me. In a drunken daze, I fall back into him. He whispers, “Beauty must die.” My hair was grabbed and pulled back. Exposing my white neck. I remained still, anticipating. Feeling a quick pinch. Wet warmth flowed. Gagging for air. He held me tight. Fainting away, I heard. “I love you.”